Jessica, YES! You can get off at the New London station or the Old Saybrook Station; they're both about 20 minutes from our house. We can certainly pick you up (if not me, then Dave, DH, or one of the other Buffistas with a car).
ooh! train trip!!!
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!
Jessica, YES! You can get off at the New London station or the Old Saybrook Station; they're both about 20 minutes from our house. We can certainly pick you up (if not me, then Dave, DH, or one of the other Buffistas with a car).
ooh! train trip!!!
Vortex, yes!
You might want to also check flight fares though; USAir (and others?) right now has a $103 round trip flight from DC, and that's cheaper than the train and a lot quicker!
Also, Southwest, which fllies direct between BWI and BDL, had very inexpensive flights. According to their web site, there are still some $49 and $69 one way fares left.
Jessica, YES! You can get off at the New London station or the Old Saybrook Station; they're both about 20 minutes from our house. We can certainly pick you up (if not me, then Dave (DH) or one of the other Buffistas with a car).
Suh-WEET. I shall be there with bells on!
I said goodbye to Deb this morning (her flight isn't until later in the afternoon, but I had to go to work), and so my F2F weekend is now well and truly over. But ending it with a Deb-&-Jess Italian feast? Damn. Near. Perfect.
You might want to also check flight fares though; USAir (and others?) right now has a $103 round trip flight from DC, and that's cheaper than the train and a lot quicker!
you know, I would be willing to take longer, cause I like the train, but to be more expensive? Grr.
So the East Coast F2F will be the weekend of my wedding? sigh...
You might want to also check flight fares though; USAir (and others?) right now has a $103 round trip flight from DC, and that's cheaper than the train and a lot quicker!
If I end up using public transportation, i'll probably take the Chinatown bus to NY, then Metro North up to you. It'll take longer, but I think it will be much cheaper.
So the East Coast F2F will be the weekend of my wedding? sigh...
Elope to Connecticut.
Hmm. Seriously doubt I'll be able to make it, which sucks. Would also love to get in on ND's amusement park-a-thon. I haven't been to an amusement park in eons.
Yes, folks, that's right, I'm still at home sick. Soon I get to go to the laundromat, b/c I am a bad mommy and didn't scoop the litter box and Bella peed on the sofa cover. Yes, this is the cat who peed on my corset.
::sigh::
Crossposted to LJ, Blast from the (recent) Past:
Prom was an amazing immersion experience. A wall of sound, music provided by NoiseDesign, and moving bodies, glitter, tiaras, gorgeous fabrics and more than a few corsets. The women were not alone in flaunting fine feathers. NoiseDesign wore a black leather kilt with boots and a black brocade shirt edged in gold brocade. JohnSweden wore a soft and flowing suit of embroidered Indian cotton, Jon B. wore a maribou boa to match the bright pattern in his black shirt, Bicyclops wore his Indiana Jones hat and suspenders, Lyrajane's P wore an elegant tuxedo, and there were more men outfitted resplendently. Camera flashes went off as people tried to capture moments to share and to savor later, and conversation ebbed and flowed over the pounding music.
The hired bartender was reported to have spent what time he wasn't pouring drinks or gawping in amazement on his cell phone, reporting the experience in all its surreality. He seemed impressed by all the boobage on display, as well as the peacock resplendence of the men. But apparently his HSQ level rose several notches when Jon B. reappeared in his silver suit and began to play the theremin.
The crowd went wild with approval at the musical stylings, and it was impossible not to sing along. The Greatest Love was rendered in a style hitherto unexperienced in any venue, I'd say without fear of contradiction. Vortex's lovely voice rose, and she began to sway in time to the music, and then smonster and amyth and others joined their voices to hers, and began to headbang to the (strangely slow) beat. The whole room was singing and swaying. Panties were tossed, approval was roared, it was a thing.
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The hired bartender was reported to have spent what time he wasn't pouring drinks or gawping in amazement on his cell phone, reporting the experience in all its surreality. He seemed impressed by all the boobage on display, as well as the peacock resplendence of the men. But apparently his HSQ level rose several notches when Jon B. reappeared in his silver suit and began to play the theremin.
I'm fully expecting next year's bestselling quasi-fictional book to be Boobs, Pleather, Candy! A Day in the Life of a Hotel Bartender.