I'm so evil and... skanky. And I think I'm kinda gay.

Willow ,'Storyteller'


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!


smonster - May 26, 2004 9:24:08 am PDT #3876 of 9999
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

I would love to see a Buffista outing to Graceland! I wonder if I can get a white sequinned jumpsuit/kilt.

Bwahahahaha...

t stops, considers

Actually, I bet you could carry it off.


Maria - May 26, 2004 9:24:20 am PDT #3877 of 9999
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift

Would we be the most blandly dressed people there?

There's all kinds in Memphis. Though when I last toured Graceland, I didn't see one Elvis impersonator.

Okay, if we end up in Memphis I know what I need to get for one of my Prom outfits.

Uh huh. Make sure you also get the scarf to toss to all of the swooning women at your feet.

I don't even want to think about why you had that link so handy.

I'm quick with the Google. Search terms are my specialty. Besides, I now know firsthand how delicious the men can look in a kilt...


Nicole - May 26, 2004 9:27:30 am PDT #3878 of 9999
I'm getting the pig!

No hard feelings from me for anyone not big on Denver. Lord knows that it took me three times of moving back and forth from California before I finally fell in love with it.

Oh. My cubicle roommate says Austin is gorgeous and my sister lives close to Memphis. Would be just as happy with either of these.


Maria - May 26, 2004 9:27:44 am PDT #3879 of 9999
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift

cereal:

The monthly averages for Memphis in May are 80 for the high and 61 for the low. If I'm not mistaken, the humidity isn't as bad as DC.


NoiseDesign - May 26, 2004 9:28:09 am PDT #3880 of 9999
Our wings are not tired

t blush


Vortex - May 26, 2004 9:29:29 am PDT #3881 of 9999
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

And may I point out - in regard to crime - that DC isn't exactly considered safe by most people.

hey! nobody got killed! or even molested. Unless you count being molested by the Buffistas.


NoiseDesign - May 26, 2004 9:30:50 am PDT #3882 of 9999
Our wings are not tired

I even wore a kilt on the Subway with no problems.


Beverly - May 26, 2004 9:31:30 am PDT #3883 of 9999
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Continued for Hec. The rest of you can scroll by.

As we were leaving Vortex's apartment at dusk, Deb noticed fireflies, a little east coast treat. En route to the hotel, Deb phoned Nic and taunted that she had laced Vortex into her corset and because he wasn't here, he'd missed it. A word about Ms. Vortex and her amazing car. The rear AC vents were a godsend in combating the heat (second only to the occilating vents in the Bicyclopsmobile!). We never had the chance, nor the need, for backseat smugglage of an additional body, but it is a nifty, zippy, and very comfortable car, piloted expertly by Vortex, at all times an elegant and benificent personage, who even swears elegantly. When cut off in traffic, her comment was a carefully modulated and enunciated, "You piece. of. shit."

Back at the ranch, Vortex and Deb went to Kristin's room for Kristin to dress and for Deb to lace Vortex into her corset, while Ginger and I went to her room to dress. Ginger accepted one of the extra tiaras I'd brought, and I grabbed makeup and my tiara and we scooted up to meet the others in Kristin's room. Finishing touches were applied, all the wraps I'd brought for color were vetoed, and jewelry was selected. I slapped on some makeup and Vortex volunteered to set my tiara in place.

Folks, I'm 5'3," and roughly shoulder-height to Vortex. IJS. If Nic would have plotzed at the lacing, he would have plotzed again being that close to the front of that corset and that glorious, amazing bosom. I think my Kinsey may be a tad skewed, now.

All dolled up, we headed for the elevator. There was a sole, singular, defenseless man caught unawares by our collective gorgeousness when the doors opened. He didn't seem able to make eye contact, but ducked out of the elevator as we got on. Then he apparently realized he was on the wrong floor and ducked back in. "If you're going anywhere but the penthouse, tell us and we'll let you off on the way," someone said. "If you're good," I murmured. I'm not sure he heard me.

Let me interject a request at this juncture. It was bad enough that we were scattered hither and yon over different floors, but to have the elevator stop a floor below the penthouse was a pain in the butt. Or rather, in the joints involved in climbing the frelling stairs every time one left or returned to the hospitality suite. Several of the Buffistas are physically challenged, and I'd like to ask that any of us be able to come and go without difficulty, whatever our next venue.

I have to run to a meeting, so the Prom report will have to wait.


Trudy Booth - May 26, 2004 9:36:41 am PDT #3884 of 9999
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart

I even wore a kilt on the Subway with no problems.

Tell that to the scarred Baptists.


DebetEsse - May 26, 2004 9:44:47 am PDT #3885 of 9999
Woe to the fucking wicked.

Trudy, you say that like it's a bad thing.