Chicago was definitely our best freakin' of the locals, though.
Book ,'Serenity'
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.
Tell that to the people in the motorcade.
I do not remember a motorcade! Sounds like I either missed something interesting or my head was off in lala land.
Alls I can say about SF was that I walked out of the prom, across the lobby and outside to smoke a cigarette wearing my pants and socks and shoes etc. on my lower body and a bra made out of candy on my upper and the only thing anybody said was "Sir, you can't take your beer outside."
Yes, but during the SF Prom, the woman who had been coordinating for us grabbed me by the arm, said "You have to come with me now!" and dragged me down the hall into the bar, where about ten hotel employees in suits were sitting. "What did I tell you?" she asked gleefully. "She's one of Them!"
So we at least got their attention, is all I'm saying.
The one at the DC prom had a lot of fun! (That was when we REALLY freaked out the other hotel guests - having the Buffistas and church groups is a fun thing.)
Ah, yes. the DC bartender on his cell phone, furiously whispering "Dude! It's crazy! There's, like, tiaras and shit! And CORSETS"
"Dude! It's crazy! There's, like, tiaras and shit! And CORSETS"
"Oh, god, dude, they're doing the Time Warp! No, I don't know what it is, but they're very excited and somebody said something about blood sacrifice and I think they're a vampire cult and I'm scared and I want my Mommy!
"On, the other hand, they tip really well."
And even during the day, we'd be sitting around and laughing and people looking for the pool would stick their heads in and get kind of wistful not to be Us.
standing and staring at ND.
This happens to me far too often. Then some crazy homeless person will wander over and strike up a conversation. Or maybe Draco the New Orleans Tarot guy.
Aims, regarding your Sunnydale Press:
Did I send you mine? I thought I did but I am losing my mind lately so am now unsure.
I think he was trying to create a Brotherhood of the Traveling Kilt or some such.