Womack ,'The Message'
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!
I get in at 6:13, Vortex picks me up, and it can be anytime after that, so long as Vortex says it can.
yes, mistress.
We should be back to Crystal City by 7:30 or so, assuming timely planes and sensible traffic. I live about 5 minutes away from Crystal City, so we could go by my place so that you could freshen up or whatever.
Okay, getting ready to shut down the computer and leave for the airport. I should be at Anee's in a little over eight hours. I'll likely miss a number of people who leave the party at a reasonable hour, but I'll see you over the weekend at some point or another.
WOOOHOOO!!!!
Someone nilly me the hotel info...?
There will be NO PLAYING POOL without ME.
Brendon perks up with the promise of playing with Deb.
Awww Vortex. I'll be happy to cop a feel pat you and make you feel better tomorrow. Your efforts are appreciated even if you haven't mastered the art of email that penetrates our email filters.
Whee! I bought a dress! And Capri pants because I have never owned them before, so what the hell. I also don't own a corset, but I foresee less use for that.
Java, the way you feel about driving here in DC is the experience I have almost every time I drive into San Francisco.
I'm at Anne's now!
Hee!
Hi Buffistas! ND and I are holding down the fort (which basically means reading b.org and preventing Jeeves the Cat from enacting his escape plans) while Anne goes to pick up the Miracleborns. Anne has a lovely little home, and not too many (live) cicadas.
(does Snoopy dance for imminent buffistage)
I'll be taking a picture of the Cicada husks soon.
Okay, I'm edgy and twitchy (I hate hate HATE to fly) and having my annual pre-F2F freakout, to the tune of "Nobody Loves Me As Much As They Should (Which Is Well Beyond The Human Capacity For Love)."
I think I'm ready. All I have to do is pack.
"Nobody Loves Me As Much As They Should (Which Is Well Beyond The Human Capacity For Love)."
See, but stuff like that makes you even more lovable than you already are!
I'm currently singing, "Holy Fucking Shit How'm I Going to Get Everything Done Tonight and I Wanna Watch the Angel Finale Again, Not Go To Some Stupid Meeting and Talk about Invasive Plants and WHY am I Still at Work When I Don't Have to Be?"
For the chorus I just bang my head on my desk.
whonk!
Like so.