6:21 p.m. - 2007-07-26
just a song before I go....
Apparently I have given my cold to StepfordTart in a bit of transatlantic magic which I cannot explain. If only I could figure out how to harness my powers for good....
I am going once again to be a geek with my Dad. This time our travels will take us to Tennessee, where we shall see Favorite Author, Favorite Author's Mentor, Tucker, et cetera. I am packing heavy--given that we are taking my MX-5 Inheritance, that might be a foolish course of action. Nonetheless, I'm packing multiple outfits, multiple pairs of shoes, and my Tigger ears. Tucker dared me to do it. Sort of. Besides, I desperately need a haircut, and my Tigger ears headband keeps the hair out of my contacts. I figure if the geeks at a "con" can't handle it, I'll get a paintball gun and color them hypocritical.
Had long lovely chat with Lani today. We talked about sex, God, faith, men, alcohol, relationships, friends, and Ritz crackers. There was wine and cheese involved, too, and we blame CrushBoy. She felt much better after the conversation--she has a dearth of single/reasonable girlfriends with whom to discuss such things. While I'm not single, these are not new conversations to me. Heck, I wasn't single when I was in college and having these chats with the infamous Theta Mu Delta crew.
Speaking of "crew," in the course of the conversation, I mentioned Batten and her sailing habit, as well a couple other friends of mine who sail boats too big for bathtubs. Lani mentioned that she has a roommate who has a friend who has a boat near Haven. The boat is too big for friend-of-friend to take out alone. Which caused me to hatch a plot to gather my "crew" together to crew this mythical boat. Clearly, I am insane.
OK, back to packing and prepping. I promise a fuller report once I return from the land of choo-choos, writers, and sci-fi geeks. Hopefully I won't have another waist-cinch experience....
