Whee! I just got back to my room to find a fast asleep DH. The Hospitality Suite is overflowing with foaminess! I was just too tired to stay any longer.

Looking forward to stumbling upstairs in the AM to have coffee and cartoons, or whatever, with Buffistas. Did I mention Whee! I plan on wearing my monkey pants jammies.

Good night all.

DX, I left my backpack in your room. If I don't see you tomorrow morning, could you either leave it with someone who's going to be seeing me (I'm not sure who that would be), or somewhere in the hospitality suite? (There's nothing valuable in it.) Thanks.

Hil, will do. I was wondering whose it was.

Oh, good on the zoo trip tomorrow. I'll be in hospitality earlier, as I remembered to bring my pirated DVD of animated Tick episodes and those would do well for Saturday Morning cartoons....

Good on ya, Theo. I forgot to bring anything cartoon-like, but I thought perhaps you'd have The Tick.

Thanks. I put the backpack down there this morning, then totally forgot about it until I got back to my apartment.

I'll be in hospitality earlier, as I remembered to bring my pirated DVD of animated Tick episodes and those would do well for Saturday Morning cartoons....

Yay!

I'm probably going to be getting to the hotel by 10ish tomorrow.

I'll slut this number just to say how jealous I am.

Have a great time, Buffistarinos!

Okay, just got back to my room. I've been up all night in the hospitality suite giving full meaning to the Night Shift. However, some pictures are here and here. Now I need to catch some shuteye.

Timelies! If anyone sees askye, please let her know that I'll be bringing her stuff with me in my car.

Leaving for the train now ... see you all soonish.

Beverly and I are heading down in a few minutes, and hopefully will be down there in time for the Zoo trip.

In other news, I am all verklempt thanks to the blanket that Trudy made for me. It is a lovely, lovely blue linen wrap with a picture of my house! There is also a teeny applique of Jeeves that is going to be sewn on in the location of my choice (on the front steps, as if making one of his little breaks for freedom).

Last night, a smallish group of us (me, Beverly, vw, Emily, Sheryl, DX, and Billytea) went out to dinner at an Irish pub near Union Station. Our waiter, who sounded as if he was from New York by way of Texas, kept trying to speak with an Oirish accent that made David Boreanaz's sound like a work of genius.