When I travel -- I really like to try food from everywhere and try different things. I always worry about food when people are over - but it is fun, because i like to cook and so does Matt. Nilly doesn't spend quite so much time worrying about food - or even thinking about it.
Damn it! You know what? I'm sick of this crap. I'm sick of being the guy who eats insects and gets the funny syphilis. As of this moment, it's over. I'm finished being everybody's butt monkey!
Xander ,'Lessons'
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!
beth b - Aug 23, 2004 8:34:50 am PDT #7937 of 9999
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Nutty - Aug 23, 2004 8:36:39 am PDT #7938 of 9999
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
I will note for the record that the only time anybody is ever prompt for anything in the Boston area, it is because Nora has put the fear of god in us all. When Nora drives the bus, we are all waiting at the busstop 20 minutes early.
p.s. Have car, know how to drive Brookline. Passengers up to 3 in number, call me up or email me. Or, um, talk to me tonight.
Nora Deirdre - Aug 23, 2004 8:40:34 am PDT #7939 of 9999
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Nutty, I love you.
Theodosia - Aug 23, 2004 8:51:26 am PDT #7940 of 9999
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
I'll plan on staying late to work so that I'll just T it over to Brookline, and maybe get a ride back Somerville-wards.
Nora Deirdre - Aug 23, 2004 8:57:39 am PDT #7941 of 9999
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
I think the closest T stop would be Brookline Village on the D line.
Steph L. - Aug 23, 2004 9:06:24 am PDT #7942 of 9999
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Home now. Red-eye flight is a whack idea, and I have no idea why I did it. V. v. v. tired. About to nap. Will post pictures first.
Miss peeps dreadfully.
Happy.
Emmett and I and Lexine's son C (C-bug?) have played catch for roughly nine berjillion hours.
::cough::
SuziQ - Aug 23, 2004 9:08:30 am PDT #7943 of 9999
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Ms. Steph is quite the wizard with the glove.
JZ - Aug 23, 2004 9:10:28 am PDT #7944 of 9999
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
I think the closest T stop would be Brookline Village on the D line.
Awwww. When you get off, please wave at the house two doors to the right of the puppet theater -- that's where my Aunt Ginnie and Uncle Dolph, two of the best humans on the face of the earth, used to live, and I spent countless hours in their kitchen having hot tea and English muffins as the passing T rattled the windowpanes in the living room.
Nora Deirdre - Aug 23, 2004 9:11:53 am PDT #7945 of 9999
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
I love the puppet theater! I will think of Aunt Ginnie and Uncle Dolph the next time I pass by...
JZ - Aug 23, 2004 9:14:41 am PDT #7946 of 9999
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Thank you, Nora!
Ginnie lives in Dedham now, not far from the miniature golf course. Dolph has passed on. He was a brilliant crackpot (an MIT professor who spent his declining years working on a science fiction novel whose premise was that Jesus was a Mason from outer space) and a thoroughly loving man. And she is a thoroughly lovable woman, and utterly worthy of him.