Another of those quickie updates

[deathpixie]

It's 11.30 in the morning and I'm in Atlanta. QueenB has just made coffee and we're having tacos for breakfast. Or brunch. Whatever.

Lessee, I'll go into details later, but as a quick summary we've been hanging in Georgia - Knoxville, Atlanta and Savannah. We've experienced Southern hospitality at its finest - Alestar kept trying to give us wall hangings, Duey did give us a wall hanging. We've done the tourist thing, seen QueenB read her poetry in a truly kick-arse session and basically are having a great time.

So, what's next, you ask. This:

Either tonight or tomorrow we're driving with QueenB the four hours to Knoxville to re-visit Alestar.

Sunday (or possibly Saturday night, depends on the Greyhound times which we have yet to check): Greyhound to Cincinnati (add "C"s as required, I can't spell) to visit Hutch. Reports of her demise have been greatly exaggerated - she's not dead, only Sparkly.

Monday: Spend the day in the Place with too many "C"s and "N"s.

Monday night/Tuesday: Depending on how we do, we're either going to Greyhound it back to Toronto - which is twelve hours, ack! - or fly, depending on whether we can find cheap-ish fares, or possibly a train. Some means of transport, anyway. We'll sort that out hopefully today. A phone call to Dex might be in order. Or something. Anyhoo, we'll be hitting Toronto probably Tuesday, by some means of transport. Maybe a camel.

And people need the computer, and tacos, so I'm offfor now. Nice long poetic-type post about skinny dipping in Savannah and the attack of the killer jellyfish later. :)

*chees* I have purple sparkly toenails!

Comments

You know...

[drharper.livejournal.com]

I'm heading back toward Knoxville this evening to visit my parents (they live about 20 mintues north of it). Possible hook-up? :)

Re: You know...

[deathpixie]

Looks like we're gathering in Knoxville on Saturday - go check your email. :)

*grin*

[technophobia.livejournal.com]

Skinny dipping? Want to hear all about! ;-)

Re: *grin*

[obsidian179.livejournal.com]

I think we all wanna hear about that. *vbeg*

[brmmm.livejournal.com]

Dahhhling! Purple sparkly? It will clash sooo badly with your hair! When you get home, let my favourite 24-carat hunk (no, I'm only joking: he's a swell guy - well, he always makes me swell, if you know what I mean) Maurice take a lookie at your tootsies, pet - he'll do them up a treat for you. How's your lip gloss supply? I have the Vegemite Tints range back in the salon, something those silly Seppoes have no appreciation for - fair makes your ends split (remind me to tell you about my recent adventures with my split end sometime - I'll send you some photos of what split it, if you need a quick pick-me-up). Enough of the gay banter, here's my 6am appointment - now, How are you, Serge? Was it the full body, or the back, crack and sac wax today? Just a rub? Ohh, THAT kind of rub . . . well,let's see now . . . where are my appliances . . . ?

AAAAAAGGGHHH!! AAAAHHHH! UUURRRKKK! HAAAK! PTOOEY! I have been possessed by the pornographically-inclined soul of the camp cousin of the proprietor of Cheneille's Institut de Beaute - RUN AWAYYYYY!!!!!
Just look for the big pair of legs with the escape hatch between them . . . NOOOOO! (Mark writhes in semi-feigned agony on the floor, clawing at his skull)

More when I'm feeling more sensible - sensible, pet? he's not such a good feel . . . STOP IT! GET THEE BEHIND ME, SATAN'S NEPHEW!!!

On second thoughts, just stay 50 metres away at all times . . . OK?

NO, I DO NOT WANT A FACIAL!

OR A FOOT MASSAGE!

Is this my closet homophobe coming out? Or am I just a Toyota Celica fancier under all this macho bravado?

I promise you that I have not drunk any coffee this morning.