Hmmm.....
Why do you ask?
Zoe: I thought you wanted to spend more time off-ship this visit. Wash: Out there is seems like it's all fancy parties. I like our party better. The dress code is easier and I know all the steps.
'Shindig'
F2F 2: Is there anybody here that hasn't slept together?
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!
billytea - Apr 25, 2004 7:52:36 pm PDT #1080 of 9999
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Matt the Bruins fan - Apr 25, 2004 8:35:05 pm PDT #1081 of 9999
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
I'm all for the tiki bar as long as I'm not expected to sing.
billytea - Apr 25, 2004 8:38:57 pm PDT #1082 of 9999
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I'm all for the tiki bar as long as I'm not expected to sing.
I have no such expectations, Matt. That way, when it happens it'll be a pleasant surprise.
NoiseDesign - Apr 25, 2004 8:39:57 pm PDT #1083 of 9999
Our wings are not tired
I'll sing Copacabana.
Matt the Bruins fan - Apr 25, 2004 8:45:01 pm PDT #1084 of 9999
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
That way, when it happens it'll be a pleasant surprise.
Um, no. I have a nice speaking voice, which cracks and jumps octaves like a pubescent teenager's when I try to sing anything. I can theoretically sing "I Second that Emotion" in falsetto and maintain a consistent pitch, but it wears my throat out badly— which really wouldn't be fair to my date.
deborah grabien - Apr 25, 2004 11:09:21 pm PDT #1085 of 9999
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I can sing - I fronted my own band have the recordings to prove it. I just won't sing.
smonster - Apr 26, 2004 4:19:50 am PDT #1086 of 9999
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Hey y'all. I've reactivated, mostly to keep up with this thread. Wanted to confirm that as meara stated above, the hotel did inform me that the Buffista block was sold out. She said she looked at both nights. I got a good rate anyway, actually a leetle better than the Buffista rate, by booking this early and giving up my ability to cancel the room. It's an Internet special, apparently, but you can get it over the phone. My card will be charged at some random point between now and the f2f.
Just wanted to clarify that.
Oh, and I looooooove me some karaoke.
amych - Apr 26, 2004 4:23:02 am PDT #1087 of 9999
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Internet special, huh? Linky? (as I am lazy with the nillying...)
JohnSweden - Apr 26, 2004 5:22:09 am PDT #1088 of 9999
I can't even.
I'll sing Copacabana.
I've done that. At a karaoke soiree at a conference for work. I work with lawyers. It was okay, though, everyone was pretty hosed. The one other Angel fan and I had said to people that if they didn't pick a song, one would be selected for them from the Barry Manilow catalogue and someone had to show them that we meant it. It went fine. The disturbing thing about that night was that we were in this fairly grim cowboy bar, and we were next to a couple of tables of lovely young people. They started getting up, and one after another, they were all fantastic. I mean, really. It was quite intimidating for our group. So, later, I was up at the bar and chatting with one of the people from their group, and it turned out it was the university musical theatre group. Freaking ringers.
esse - Apr 26, 2004 5:50:10 am PDT #1089 of 9999
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
the hotel did inform me that the Buffista block was sold out.
Cool. So we must have met our quota, then. That's awesome.
I will not sing, as I have something of a pleasant voice when it's just me and the car stereo, but I turn into a kind of screaming, screeching loon when there's words on the screen, a track behind me, and a microphone in front of me.