"Innuendo Airlines: Fly the Snarky Skies"

As I've determined I will never live that down (thanks, Eric), I'm gonna embrace it, damn it. Hi, I'm the owner and pilot, taking you right where you really didn't want to go. Enjoy the ride, please remember to tip your flight attendant.

So. Arisia. Friday we were well-treated, and then thrown into the shark tank. Saturday is bit of a blur of dashing to and fro, and a lot of people doing a double-take at my name badge. I know I did a lot, and people seem amused by and pleased with me, so I guess I'm doing a good job. We managed to fill every single slot at the blood drive, and at least two people gave for the first time. They haven't come forward to claim their Tuckerization yet, tho.

Amazingly, the totally improv "crossing genres" panel went really well, and someday maybe Keith and Shariann will forgive me what I did to them....

And then I put on the leather pants, the boots, and the coat of many colors, and went out to a) be interviewed by eric in the Elevator and then b) party. I honestly can't remember the last time I party-hopped like that, but eventually had to crash around 2am.

*waves to the Bronx Babes*

In a few hours it starts again, including a reading. I suppose I should decide what I'm going to inflict on people.

There will be no gym this morning. Oh dear me, no.

3rd Tynes the charm!

Holy shite.

holy farking shite.


WE'RE GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL!

*dies*

(and it didn't help that the concom kept buying me drinks.... wheee!)

EtA: All right, I'm now on my own laptop and not borrowing someone elses... we (quarkwiz and her spouse P, and a few others) sat in the hotel bar and watched the game, cheering and swearing and pacing up and down and yes I got down on my knees to beg for a good play once or twice, I admit it. Going in we had agreed that all we wanted was a good game, one that woulnd't make us cringe. Well, we got that, in spades. Hoo yah.

That was, in short, a Hell of a Game. Both teams played their frozen arses off, and nobody's got a damned thing to be ashamed of. Except maybe a certain kicker, who gets to live (barely) but dayum if he didn't take years off our lives with attempts 1 and 2...

The Superbowl is almost anticlimactic after this game. WTG, Blue!