People! Howsabout some reportage?!? And pictures?!?
This isn't a "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" kind of thing....is it?
Cordelia ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
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!
People! Howsabout some reportage?!? And pictures?!?
This isn't a "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" kind of thing....is it?
Yeah, man. What Steph said. About the reports and pictures. We're waiiiiittttttinnnnnngg ....
I posted something in Bitches yesterday. I think Kristin is the only one who took pictures.
I have no pictures. Let's see, reportage...
Kristin's house is gorgeous. It's surrounded by woods, and there's a huge yard, and lots of flowers. They had a tent and 25 tiki torches set up. I heard the phrase "Tiki torches are people! Peeeeopleeee!" come up in two separate conversations.
Kristin's husband is really nice. Her mother is also great, and a fabulous hostess. Jon, billytea, and I stayed over at her house next door Saturday night, and each of us had a bath towel, hand towel, and wash cloth in our rooms, beds folded down when we got in, a pitcher of water and a glass, an assortment of magazines (the room I was in had Time, Newsweek, and US News and World Report, all from two weeks ago), and a shot glass full of jelly beans.
The yard looked gorgeous, with all the decorations. We watched Interstate 60, which almost none of us had heard of, but it was a great movie. Sunday, we ate babka and then went out to a seafood place and ate on the dock, which was great. I love New England.
(the room I was in had Time, Newsweek, and US News and World Report, all from two weeks ago)
Wow. Not only is her mom supernice, she can travel through time.
and a shot glass full of jelly beans
That is positively adorable.
That is positively adorable.
It was. And yet? Baffling! Is it common for people to down Jelly Babies before bedtime?
Hil forgot the mention Kristin's mom's breakfast spread. There were three separate stations set up in the kitchen, waiting for us in the morning. One with bread and jams; one with cereals and instant oatmeal packets, along with three bowls and spoons; and one with coffee and hot water and a wide assortment of teas, along with three mugs and spoons.
This is the kind of hostess I want the opportunity to be some day.
Also in the breakfast spread, by the coffee and hot water, was cream and sugar, with the creamer on ice, two kinds of honey, and cactus nectar. Plus a note letting us know that milk and juice were in the fridge.
You people are not making it ANY easier for me to get over missing this, you know.
t kicks MTA hard in the shins