Awww Kristin - that is schmoopy and sentimental and WONDERFUL.

I'm thankful to all who had any part in bringing Nilly here - whether it was organizing, contributing, or just encouraging.

The kindness of buffistas has helped me step out of my uber-shy mode and actually get out to meet my invisible friends.

That's very sweet Kristin. But, you know, you've been a gift to us as well.

That's very sweet Kristin. But, you know, you've been a gift to us as well.

I second this schmoopy emotion.

I second this schmoopy emotion.

And now I'm earwormed.

That's very sweet Kristin. But, you know, you've been a gift to us as well.

Yep, a real stroke of luck that was for the community too.

Earwormed with good schmoop I can deal with.

group hug!

Kristin, that was really lovely. Buffistas have made my life much richer, too, and I'm grateful to count the people here as my friends.

damn allergies.

t body surfs on the group hug, large tummy and all.

(Kristin, I totally don't mean to overshadow your wonderful post with a multi-post description of brunch. Just bad timing.)

Friday in New York (Nilly content: 50%)

Saturday in New York (Nilly content: 1%)

Saturday night in New York (Nilly content: 0.5%)

In the morning, I said, "Damn you, Ethan!" And we talked about Y.

After taking a shower ("He emerges!"), we also did some music talk, during which I learned that Ethan knew Eddie from Ohio! Always nice to find another Edhead. Neither Ethan nor Jessica were up with current music, so my assortment of CDs generally drew a blank. Ethan was more willing to check out new stuff, as he knew there was good stuff out there. I told him I'd tell him where it was.

We took the train into Manhattan. I took my luggage with me, as it would be a major timesuck to have to go back to Brooklyn to get it before going to La Guardia. Rather than changing trains, we merely got out and walked to a Citibank for Jessica's sake and then walked the rest of the way to Park East Grill. We were early.

But soon, kat perez, the organizer of the Big Damn Brunch, showed up in a pretty brunch dress. Then came msbelle with the Nilly. And a man wearing a "Xander Harris Saved the World" shirt who turned out to be ted r. Ted gave Nilly a book which looked Slayer-related, though I don't know what it was.

Others trickled in. Billytea and Bec, Jesse and Kate, Trudes and Kristin, and Hil. There was a lot of changing seats, as Nilly went over to the other table so she could interact with both tables, and I got out of the corner so I, too, could interact with both tables. I sat next to Hil, who really is wee.

Scola was last.

So, seating order! Along the window, there was an empty seat with my luggage behind it, kat perez, msbelle, and ted r. Across were Ethan, Jessica, me, and Hil. Turning around, from the wall out were Kate, Nilly, billytea (Nilly and Billy! Hee hee), and Tom Scola. Continuing along clockwise, we have Jesse, Bec, Kristin, and Trudes. Granted, there are pictures to confirm this, but I'll have you know I did that from memory.

I greeted billytea, whom I had been excited to meet, since the man's bloody hilarious. And Australian! He gushed about seeing The Lion King last night. His gushing was like Nilly's, but slower and more Australian. When Nilly gushes, it comes out in rapid bursts. Billytea's gushing is more a slathering of marmalade.

Kristin passed around her camera so everyone could see the picture of shirtless me and Trudes, which caused Nilly to place her face in her hands. I induced Nilly-disgust! Woo!

I showed Nilly pictures of many people she didn't know. The best one was one I had specifically brought for her, a picture of my parking lot covered in snow. "That's snow," I said. She was fascinated. I could tell she wanted to be in the picture.

Then I gave her her present, which I had wrapped in an Every Three Weekly. Coincidentally enough, it not only had a small headline of "Woman Loves New York, Not in Love with New York" but also "Israel and Palestine Married by America." Nilly noticed and was amused. "Was that deliberate?" she asked. She tried not to destroy the wrapping as she removed her present, which was a brick. In the shape of a book. Named Cryptonomicon. She looked at it agape and said, "Thank you." Hil told her she'd just finished it, and it was awesome. I told her to look inside for my dedication, which included my name written as an integral. She thanked me again. She's very gracious, and sincerely so.

The conversation soon turned to imports. Kristin talked about a beer Dave loved that he couldn't get imported. Billytea described Tim-Tams to us (being Australian, he called them "biscuits," which I did understand to mean "cookies" about a second before Bec clarified to me). They were chocolate cookies with chocolate cream inside...and then covered in chocolate. The common way to eat them, though, was to bite a corner off at each end and suck the filling out so that it could be used as a straw to drink your coffee through. Nilly confirmed that I must do it that way. I believe billytea was surprised to discover they had Tim-Tams in Israel, as they were always the first thing he went and got when he went home, since they didn't have them here.

I went over to show Kristin and Trudes my pictures. After seeing consecutive pictures of me with Dar Williams and then Norm MacDonald, Kristin wanted to call me something she thought she couldn't say in a kosher restaurant, which led to Nilly's explaining to us very excitedly that it was totally okay, Allyson had said a bunch of choice words in a kosher place before declaring she'd be kicked out, and it had been very all right. God, Nilly is so animated.

Oh, so months ago, Kristin had mentioned she had this great story to tell about the time she was in Ann Arbor (I think it involved either Dave or an ex-boyfriend), and she wouldn't tell me over IM because it required hand motions, she had to tell me in person. And when she had told it at the F2F, those who had previously lived here loved it since they knew all the places she was talking about. So now, finally, I could hear this great story! Except...her voice was practically gone. She sounded like Macy Gray. She figured she'd picked up the bug from Deb in SF, and it could only have been exacerbated by our laughter and yelling while watching The Apple. My throat was sore after that. So now I have to wait even longer to hear this story. She's such a tease.

Let's talk food. I had OJ, and my starter was chicken dumpling soup. But the meal? Was a gigantic block of chocolate French toast. Thick, bready, chocolatey. Oh man. Unfortunately, I couldn't have milk. The place was Jew-friendly, but it certainly wasn't Atkins-friendly.

I told Kate to tell them about meeting Sylvan, and I told everyone about seeing the same woman on the train the night I came in, at the station Friday night, and then on my way to the restroom on Saturday. This led to a whole slew of Randomly Meeting People Stories, and I wish I could remember them all. Trudes had one with her friend; any time they saw each other, they would throw up their arms and yell each other's names and say things like, "It's been years!" And this one time, she unexpectedly stumbled into her on top of the World Trade Center. I found it a combination of things to hear her talk about the World Trade Center so casually. Weird, eerie, pleasant, interesting, I don't know. Maybe I expect everyone in New York to get a tear in their eye every time they mention it, or something. It was cool that we were cool with it.

Oh! Kristin had a good one involving a girl who randomly came upon her mother at a train station, and her mother didn't even recognize her, she just handed her her gloves and asked her to hold them while she made a call. And Ted claimed his was boring, but it was actually really cool, but I can't fucking remember it now! Billytea had one as well, I think.

Back to Kate's story. She said she had said to Sylvan, "The last time I saw you was in Zambia."

Billytea replied that if you're going to say that to someone, "he should be a long-lost love interest with smoldering eyes or an archnemesis." Which is exactly the kind of joke he makes on the board all the time. It was awesome.

I was sitting next to Jessica. I've already discussed one of Jessica's distinctive features, her blue hair (and as we learned from Illyria, blue hair is hot). She has another one, a tattoo on her left breast (and as we learned from me, tattoos are hot). It's in an odd position, such that even in a regularly low-cut top (like the one she was wearing), you could only see half of it or so. In pictures, I could never tell what it was. I thought it was a butterfly. Now that I could look down her shirt, I could see it was a turtle. Of course it was. I asked her what was with the turtles, and she said she'd liked them for as long as she could remember. It was as if she were born with an affinity for turtles.