Awww.
Does that mean I have to tell Ozzie he's not getting his prezzie?
You're not gonna jokey-rhyme your way out of this one.
Willow ,'Sleeper'
F2F 4: Too Much Candy, Never Enough Mojitos.
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: Madison, WI from June 20-22 2008! Official website.
Lee - May 18, 2006 10:24:19 pm PDT #734 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
DavidS - May 18, 2006 10:31:18 pm PDT #735 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
We're back home. JZ's in bed, Kate's heading towards Emmett's bed. Teppy's in her hotel bed, missing her Cincinnati bed no doubt.
Teppy and I had fun at the airport waiting for Kate. We rode the Monorail. Sang the Monorail song. Speculated about Monorail Amenities like Monorail Stewardesses who served Monorail Cocaine. We decided to start a band called The Monorail Hoors.
We couldn't drink in the regular domestic terminal since all the bars were on the other side of the must-be-a-ticket-holder-security wall. So we went to the International Terminal which was So Much Swankier. They have a Sephora there! And an Aviation Museum. And a big Tiki display which had several of my tiki mugs and two issues of Tiki news that I had contributed to. Also? 500 Years of Swedish Silver. We saw that.
I pounced on Kate while she was busy listening to messages which I had cagily left on her phone. Pete reports that I "scampered" up to them when I got them at the airport. I dispute this categorically. It was more of a gambol.
Cass - May 18, 2006 10:35:49 pm PDT #736 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Does that mean I have to tell Ozzie he's not getting his prezzie?Hell no! Certainly not until after I have left town at least. Cat's got a *serious* right hook.
I will get him a new squid to tear to pieces once I get back home.
Lee - May 18, 2006 10:36:49 pm PDT #737 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Okay, but if you don't, I'm going to have to tell him where you live...
SailAweigh - May 18, 2006 10:51:04 pm PDT #738 of 10002
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Whew. Finally got caught up. You folks squeed enough in here for me to hear it on the plane, I swear. Made me want to hie straight in here, but I sauntered through the thread so I could enjoy the pictures from the HS and all the lovely banter. So. Many. Foamy. Buffistas! Whoo. I'm nearly dead from it.
Now that I am caught up, I may just have to call it a night and go flop on the airbed that Perkins has set up for me. After all, it's 2:50 am to me. Pussies.
Cass - May 18, 2006 10:51:13 pm PDT #739 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
That's blackmail.
That's really effective blackmail.
Lee - May 18, 2006 10:52:17 pm PDT #740 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
That's really effective blackmail.
it kind of is, isn't it.
Cass - May 18, 2006 11:22:50 pm PDT #741 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
He bruised me through hiking socks. Still ... he's cute.
vw bug - May 18, 2006 11:53:59 pm PDT #742 of 10002
Mostly lurking...
I'm up. I'm up. Really. I'm like awake or something.
I think I must be REALLY excited (either that I really did throw up my meds last night when I puked three times), because I barely slept.
Must Pack. Must Shower. First Coffee.
Nora Deirdre - May 19, 2006 12:00:37 am PDT #743 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
I pounced on Kate while she was busy listening to messages which I had cagily left on her phone. Pete reports that I "scampered" up to them when I got them at the airport. I dispute this categorically. It was more of a gambol.
OK, HAR. BTW Hec, I forgot to tell you I did finally get your voicemails entreating L and myself to meet you outside the hotel on Tuesday. I'm sorry I wasn't more reachable! It all worked out though, right!?
Went to dinner at Brandy Ho's and then wandered up North Beach to City books. Then up Columbus and down either Grant or Greene, and ended up passing by Grant & Greene and the MONKEY NOODLE BAR which I wish we'd have poked around to find before having Hunan. (though it was delicious)
Went and listened to great jazz at Pearl's. I only really cried once in public. It was a good night. Then we came back to the hotel and I availed myself of the very convenient 24 hour curry place open across the street from the hotel (the Hilton, not the HICC). Man, I love this town.
Also, Tom is DRUNK. Which is funny.