Yes, garnets! We wants the garnets!
Um, not in any sense of coveting them ourselves, either individually or collectively, no. More in the sense of wanting to see you in them, because what have they been languishing in the bank vault for all this time, if not to be trotted out and make you look party-ready and ravishing, eh?
And people -- we need to DANCE this year! Hardly anyone danced last year, which was a damn shame.
I have no idea what I'm wearing, nor have I even thought about shopping. Hmm.
I'm rapidly approaching my annual F2F Freakout.*
[*For those unfamiliar with it, my F2F Freakout is essentially as follows: "Everyone is all excited to see everyone else EXCEPT me! Nobody is going to want to spend time with ME! Everyone else is going to be all fabulous and glam and sparkly and outrageous and I'm just going to sit in the corner eating self-pity corn fritters."]
sits with Teppy in the corner
feeds her a corn fritter
[And for those who also don't know - if you rush the Steph in a large group to dissuade her of these silly silly fears, you will freak her out even more. Approach in small groups until she gains her footing.]
t hopes not out of line
Kristin, you have NO idea. My F2F Freakout is *epic.*
t edit
Heh. Aimee is so very very right. She's so much NOT out of line that she IS the line. Or something like that.
I'm looking forward to seeing you, Steph. I also owe you a visit to Cincy, presumably after my exam. Nonetheless, I promise you at this time that my sole contribution to any dancing that may occur will be to allow the groovetastic the space they so obviously need.
I also owe you a visit to Cincy, presumably after my exam.
YEAH you do! Especially since you were in Northern Kentucky that one time (which is 10 minutes from me) and didn't send up the Bat-signal.
And for those who also don't know - if you rush the Steph in a large group to dissuade her of these silly silly fears, you will freak her out even more. Approach in small groups until she gains her footing.]
This would also work for me. If you see me. Otherwise I'ma be hanging out in the stairwell with Ginger.
YEAH you do! Especially since you were in Northern Kentucky that one time (which is 10 minutes from me) and didn't send up the Bat-signal.
Actually, I did call the only Steph L I could find in the phonebook. Wasn't you, though. I like to think of it as a Buffista awareness campaign.
I was in a low mood at that point. By then I was perfectly willing to believe a hurricane was ravaging the east coast of America just to stuff around my travel schedule.