I hope you had a better time than I did. Vegas was just TOO MUCH for me. I literally needed to be in my hotel room in the dark to survive the sensory overload.
I'm sorry to hear that! I think I'll do fine in Vegas; I've been there before (for a gothy event), and I didn't feel overwhelmed. Plus, I'm looking forward to playing slot machines and having nice people bring me alcohol.
I wasn't that into Vegas, but I bet it would be fun with you, Jilli.
And since I plan on dressing in my usual manner, I'm sure I will end up with lots of entertaining stories.
... there's no way I'll be able to pack for a week with just two carry-on bags, is there? I'm deluding myself to even think that.
Happy birthday, panda girl! But you can't be eight. You can't. Right?
... there's no way I'll be able to pack for a week with just two carry-on bags, is there? I'm deluding myself to even think that.
While I am always impressed with how much you can fit into relatively small bags? No. I loathe Vegas baggage claim but you are checking the beast bag.
D is sick, I got 7 hours of sleep in the last two days, my computer is sick, my loaner computer is slow as hell, I have been working all day and been to a event for an org I'm a board member of, and my cat just vomited on all the longhand notes on my resume project I've been working on while I tried to find a loaner computer.
Just fucking kill me.
Or let me beat on erika's dad. Except I'm too tired, and my hands are wet from BLOTTING CAT PUKE OFF 4 pages. And then washing them twelve times.
Fuck this day.
Oh, happy birthday, Em! I still like bab...YOUNG WOMEN! OMG.
OH NOES, Strix. I'm sorry. I think I cursed you.
It's the fucking beer fairies. DROWN THEM, DROWN THEM ALL, SEZ I!
Hrm, cat-hoark soaked hands might be the best for a truly effective beat down.