Rossi (
deathpixie) wrote2002-08-23 11:21 am
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Another of those quickie updates
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!
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!

You know...
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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.