Heh. Bev, you may have our big foofy Victorian couch, you bet.

So I guess the Nilly-do is replacing Halloween this year? Or is it combining our summer BBQ with Halloween? Or am I doing Halloween anyway?

Also, Teppy will forever be my hero for actually taking off her shoes and walking barefoot to dinner; I'm, seriously and truly, humbled and amazed and vastly in her debt.

In *my* debt? How's that?

So far, I haven't developed hepatitis from my ill-advised barefoot walk.

Also, I'm taking charge of her feet at the next F2F if she'll let me in on the secret of her shoe size.

My tootsies are 9s. Treat them well.

kisses JZ for describing it so well.

In *my* debt? How's that?

'Cause you were obviously feeling kind of wiped-out and cranky-footed and wanting to go back to your hotel room and hibernate until the Prom, and you overrode that perfectly sensible desire and instead toddled your crippled limbs out across four searingly hot blocks of potentially lethal pavement so that we could enjoy your company at dinner. And that was really a big huge kindness and a gift, and at the cost of no small discomfort to yourself. Hence, big love and debt.

I'm used to Atlanta summers, and it was hot in D.C. And I don't mean hot in a good way. I think the only places more humid would be St. Louis and 10 feet deep in the ocean. The lack of shade certainly made it worse.

That's not desert!

t pedant

Actually, I believe it is. Deserts are defined only by the amount of precipitation received each year, and while much of the arctic and antarctic cirles are frozen and covered with snow, there isn't actually ever much in the way of snowfall, making them both technically deserts.

t /pedant

F2F ABOVE THE ARCTIC CIRCLE!!

Finally! Some support for Toronto!

That's not desert! This time next year you'd be all, "Yeah, it wasn't humid, but I was freezing my goddamn nuts off."

We seem to be driven by extremes. Kind of like the electorate.

ETA: Also, Sean is correct on the desert thing (not enough precip), but I wanted someone to be pendantier than I. Thanks, big guy.

We seem to be driven by extremes. Kind of like the electorate.

So, shall we divy the potential sites into red (for hot) and blue (for cold) cities?

In *my* debt? How's that?

'Cause you were obviously feeling kind of wiped-out and cranky-footed and wanting to go back to your hotel room and hibernate until the Prom, and you overrode that perfectly sensible desire and instead toddled your crippled limbs out across four searingly hot blocks of potentially lethal pavement so that we could enjoy your company at dinner. And that was really a big huge kindness and a gift, and at the cost of no small discomfort to yourself. Hence, big love and debt.

Man. When I grow up, I hope I turn out as sweet and loving as JZ. Very seriously.

ION, I have a few photos in my grubby hands. I did get them on cd, but I have to figure out a place to load em up. Probably this evening sometime, if I can suss out Yahoo or whoever.