( continues...) to choose between cheese grits and pancakes, I got both! (shut up, I'm not having sex, so I need to sublimate my happiness into food).

I decided to go along with the salon group to be social, but discovered that the setup was not conducive to just hanging out, so I got some coffee and wandered back. The Highlands is a great neighborhood, great little stores and shops.

We went to dinner at the tapas place -- Sparky, Matt the Bruins Fan, tommyrot, Frankenbudda, Kate P., Really good tapas. Not a huge amount of variety, but everything was original and really good. I think that my favorite was the mahi mahi skewered with thin slices of chorizo. I'm definitely going to try to make them at home.

And on to Prom. I went back to the room to change. Smonster did my make up and I had a nice gold glow. I gathered my boobs into the corset and strolled out. I met up with the gorgeousness that is the buffista prom and merriment ensued.

There was dancing, and grooving, and moving to the music. smonster had her AMAZING bellydance routines and super hot costumes. I took some pictures, but my craptastic camera doesn't like to take pictures when the subject is moving. V. annoying. Brenda had some really good CDs, stuff like House Rules (which may have to be my new apartment's theme song) and U + Ur Hand. Plus, Carry On My Wayward Son, which is apparently a big Supernatural song. I just like to belt it out. And, the inevitable Lady Marmelade (where I got a little nostalgic for Aimee *sniff*) and Baby Got Back. FUN. FUN. FUN. Even Bicyclops got on the dance floor.

I thought that I'd taken a bunch more, but apparently, I was having too much fun to take pictures. So, here are my photos: [link]

After the usual merriment and afterparty (where I had a shot of Fernet. I always convince myself that it's not as bad as I remember, and when I do it, it's worse), bed was had. Stupid hotels with their stupid checkout times forced me to get up after a very few hours of sleep. Plus, the hotel had no alarm clock, so I set my Treo. However, I was worried that it wouldn't wake me up, so I kept waking up to make sure that I didn't oversleep. urgh.

Met up with the gang in the suite, we went to Atkins Park again, where they were very accomodating and gave us one big table, though we'd offered to be split up. Had the same cute waiter, and very good food. Crab cake benedict, mmmm.

Went to Ginger's after. Had a quiet afternoon of catching up (quality time with Bev, yay!). at 5:45, I suggested that we start talking about dinner, and with usual Buffista togetherness, ended up ordering at 7 or so:) Yummy thai and indonesian. there were some, um, issues, and I ended up having the tip refunded (well, if you're going to add a tip just because the order is large, you damn well better get the order right)

Bicyclops was kind enough to drive me to the airport. I was willing to take public transport, but having a flight at 10:50pm is a lot easier when you don't have to spend an hour on the train. You do that once you GET to the damn airport in Atlanta. The flight was totally full, and apparently, there were many people waiting on standby. Luckily I had checked in online and gotten my aisle seat.

Home, and a quick unpack and bed.

(Gang, am I right that Frank was the only attendee who didn't want to jump their Eddie?)

eh. I was more interested in the techie with long hair and a great jawline.

Frank (um, Rocky Horror one) had a serious ass on him. However, given that he was held up as the exception to the "no open flames" rule in the theatre, not much play there.

Did none of us learn the essential lesson of Rocky Horror? No need to pick just one! Little need to quibble about "orientation". It's a beautiful beautiful world. One size fits all, if you will...

So I arrived home safe and sound. Two days of pretty much full-on driving was an interesting (as in the ancient Chinese curse) combination of intense and boring. Among other things, I'd like to know why apparently no one outside of New England knows how to pass an 18-wheeler without taking a week to do so.

Totally fried at this point and going to bed, but wanted to chime in on what a fabulous time I had meeting so many more of the Buffistas in person. Also, I need to give some monster props to Ginger and Brenda for their mad org skills. I also need to take my wonderful car to the wash, as she deserves it after serving me unwaveringly, despite the attack of bug splat and plant jizz.

I do have the unmistakeable impression that my hat had a somewhat better time at the F2F than I did, since it perched on some lovely heads AND took a few boobie rides, but I had a blast all the same. Just sorry my early departure negated a late night in the hospitality suite.

Made it home. Pictures in a few hours, after sleep.

We danced to Justin Timberlake in your honor!

Oh, ha! I have no doubt.

Pictures! Not very many, I'm afraid I kept getting caught up in conversations and forgetting I had a camera. I haven't looked at them yet, I hope they aren't all floors and ceilings. Captioning after coffee.

-t, you've got some great pictures in there. LOVE the one of theodosia, she looks so sultry.

Someone has a fabulous pic of Theo sitting regally with a tiara on and the boa wrapped around her neck. I can't remember who, though.

Me!

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Yay pictures!

I want to see Matt post that he made it to Miami Beach last night. He was getting in late so I don't want to call and wake him.

Yes, we did dance to Justin Timberlake. Brendon's knowledge of current music is better than mine as he listens to different radio stations. I tend to listen to Jazz by myself and Rap when I have the boys in the car.

Pictures are tough when I'm looking more 63 than 53. I did like my dress though. I bought it a year ago but hadn't actually worn it yet. It made me feel very southern bellish.