Willow ,'Lessons'
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon.
But that was because Plei broke me unexpectedly and efficiently in the Hospitality Suite, and then I was broken, and that was that.
Good times. There didn't seem to be an excess of reserve at that particular moment, as I recall (vividly. What with you coming up for air laughing riotously, then returning to your delightful task.)
I still haven't unpacked. At what point does it cease being sheer inertia and shift into outright denial?
I have not only unpacked. I've repacked and flown to another state.
I just got back from Jilli's signing. We had a fabulous time hanging out with Jilli's Goth fangirls who are totally Buffistas without knowing it. The bookstore only had 7 copies left; I think someone here had called and heard they ordered 24? Out of which Perkins bought, like, five billion? Watch your mailboxes, folks.
I took lots of pictures but have to sort through which ones actually look good. They should be up next week; I'm still writing about last weekend! Too much Buffista fun in such a short timespan!
Yay StuntHusband! Who I am now having entertaining fantasies about seeing swoop through the Cuff some evening. Possibly to take down the vampire boy with the contacts and fancy goatee and fangs and long leather coat. Hee.
Tom's snoggability should totally carry over. Sad that it doesn't.
Hell, all of ours should. WTpolarbear, world?
Two words:
Buffista Island.
Who's buying lottery tickets this weekend?
Quoth meara: "Possibly to take down the vampire boy with the contacts and fancy goatee and fangs and long leather coat. Hee."
Oh - you mean Felix. *hee* I'm very gently directing him toward Club V; I do believe he likes German oontz music (being from Germany and all), so I may be successful.
I think he's...I almost used the "A" word, which might make a certain Reason squint at me in that way he has.
We shall see.
Amazon says my copy of GCS is somewhere in my town. Yay! I hope it made it into the delivery guy's hands before he set off on his rounds.
the bookstore only had 7 copies left; I think someone here had called and heard they ordered 24?
It was 28.
So I'm at a party right now, and I keep wanting to walk up to people and hug them at random. Dude. I forget that everyone isn't us.
I can't imagine that anyone's enjoyment of a party would fail to be improved by a Scola hug, so I say give in to the impulse.