Having an odd craving for baklava this morning. Can’t stop thinking about sweet dripping liquid honey and crunchy flakes of layered pastry. Aftereffect of poutine?
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Very tired. Wasn’t out too late last night, but had a *lovely* time meeting and , who were delightful as advertised. Plotting on how I can leave them a goodbye/come back soon gift this morning at the Snail…
Am rather excited at the prospect of having more friends around at the San Diego ComicCon this summer (if I actually buckle down and book myself a room and a plane ticket). I mean, friends besides Chip and Ben and Kagan and Cameron, who will all be ‘working’. Began the campaign to get to come along as well, but I think it will require some time and extensive persuasion, possibly involving threats and beatings. Maybe, if I can get Cleio on board… But, should Dao and I both be there, we could ooh and aah and snicker knowingly at girls with Rogue streaks in their hair. And I’ll rest better knowing that there’s yet another guy in my realm of acquaintance who likes giant robots and monkeys with jet packs.
Speaking of – was there briefly with B-rad, but they had to bail before the evening really warmed up due to the siren call of the sacred man-ritual that is the Jack Bauer Power Hour. Indeed, the handsome geek boys were out in force, with later post/pre-work appearances by and .
Looking pretty and not at all tomato-esque (as she has lately been self-describing) was . She got rowdy, causing a ruckus with her new Vegas keychain. Props to her for avoiding the siren call of the sacred woman-ritual that is Strongbow. Except, of course, for that ‘accidental’ sip from my pint. 😉
Also? Unbelievably beat me at pool. That wench! Well, technically I beat myself at pool, since I sewered on the eight ball, but still. I demand a rematch, Lickety! You hear me? A rematch!
Another successful night of debauchery at the Foxes Den was had by all.
And I swear, I WAS a tomato. There’s photographic evidence. *nod*
Fortunately, I heal quicklyish.
Or some such nonesense.
*smooch*
You should find out if‘s gal is going with him this year. Apparently she spent most of last year’s con getting up to No Good with Kristen, Grant Morrison’s partner.
I just know the reason there’s no mention at allof my name in there is because we’re so telepathically entwined at this point that it’s just understood…. right? RIGHT??? 😉
Honest to goodness, it didn’t even *occur* to me that I hadn’t mentioned your presence, even though I sat directly across from you for most of the night!
I guess I just take it for granted that you are going to be at any event involving a) LJ people, and/or b) pubs. And always, always at the Foxes Den.
Eep! Sorry!
ps – Does the fact that I’m taking you for granted mean that we’re dating now? Personally, I’m rooting for the ‘telepathically entwined’ explanation.
pps – So. Very. Ashamed.
Awww, you edited me in! All is forgiven!
And no, no, we’re not dating. Yet. Hopefully we will be the first to know if this somehow happens!
on a completely unrelated note…damn girl, you have a shitload of user icons. can i steal your england one? please? just checking.
Mmmm…baclava.
You’re evil – now baclava is like a song that’s running through the head…of my tongue…yeah.
I make my crazy quantity of user icons for all to see and enjoy. Anything that doesn’t have my face on it, is public domain. Except possibly my Imaginary Boyfriends one, ’cause that’s personal.
But please, I’d love it if you used the Jolly Olde England icon! Steal it away and make it your own, and I’ll be happy to see it in future posts.