fyi the room keys might not open the HS, if it doesn't either knock or go to the desk and ask for a HS key.

I can't find my bathing suit...

What room is the HS? (Been internetless for days....)

I managed to terrorize Fay within seconds of entering the HS. Fay was telling a story and was the only person with her back to the door, so I was able to sidle up behind her and loom. When she finished her story, she took a step back, collided with me, turned and screamed. The moment of the scream is caught in one of Laura's shots. Heh. My work is done.

So. Much. Evil.

He's cute, but VERY evil. Evil, I tell you! And quite emphatically not adorable at all. Even slightly. No siree Bob. He's as unadorable as an unadorable thing that not even a crazyhead could ever adore. Yep. Pure unadulterated 100% proof EVIL.

nods

Also got to meet Prudence, along with the original Dread Pirate Clovis (whose acquaintance I have already made). Top banana. And I have luggage! Well done, airline people! So no more threat of imminent nakedness, which is a source of considerable relief to everyone, I'm sure.

Also, for her work as 'Extra Good Minion' Fay was awarded a Dread Pirate Clovis mug. It's a collector's item.

This is The Best Thing EVAH. OMG. I have no words.

Oddly, despite having test driven said mug with 3 cups of Mega Ultra Caffeinated posh coffee, I'm feeling fairly beat now. But I have had a lovely lovely lovely day, and everybody rocks madly. Bless Suzi and Toddson and Beth for humouring me with the whole Buying Things foray into shopping, and bless Laura for manning the Hospitality Suite in our absence.

Man. So very tired. So VERY chuffed to be here, and to get to hang out with the lovely people at the hotel, and to get to hang out with the unspeakably stunning AmyParker Chez Deb.

Also, I am surrounded by people with British accents. People who say they will no longer complain about British Rail....

Also, I am surrounded by people with British accents. People who say they will no longer complain about British Rail....

This is like the exact opposite of the World Of Me.

Smoke 'em if you got 'em. We're less than 100 miles from the hotel.

The side photo of amyparker made me blink, because in the thumbnail, she managed to look kind of like me. Which she doesn't in real life, being altogether slimmer and prettier and somehow more youthful-looking, but still. For a heartbeat, I wondered how I'd managed to get to SF without knowing it!

PS, FayPeteandJilli, what's your Tuesday plan? (I say, having managed to get permission to ditch work after a half day that day.)

You and me both, Plei. Except the part where she didn't look like me in the thumbnail. But she looked like you.

I'm ... um ... mostly packed. Go me?

Aimee is now on Drew's phone and I'm on this one. Synchronized traveling posting!

Yeah, we're a little bored. Are we there yet?