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My Con Report
Sep. 11th, 2006 09:23 pmIn which I make James Marsters feel like Bill Clinton, and turn Jane Espenson on to the Marquis de Sade.
Friday Night
I tend to live a charmed life and Friday was no great exception. My husband dropped me off at the airport and departed with our 3 kiddos and it was like being dropped off at the ball, for this geek girl anyway. I was all gussied up, ate yummy food while reading a good book, and literally walked from one flight onto another, and right onto a shuttle heading for Long Beach. I crossed onto the Promenade Deck of the Queen Mary and who should step out of the elevator but this rather familiar looking guy wearing the remnants of a tux and carrying a guitar case. OMG is that who I think it is? It was.
'If this thing is starting like it means to go on,' I think, 'It’s going to rock beyond the telling.' And it really, really did.
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Friday Night
I tend to live a charmed life and Friday was no great exception. My husband dropped me off at the airport and departed with our 3 kiddos and it was like being dropped off at the ball, for this geek girl anyway. I was all gussied up, ate yummy food while reading a good book, and literally walked from one flight onto another, and right onto a shuttle heading for Long Beach. I crossed onto the Promenade Deck of the Queen Mary and who should step out of the elevator but this rather familiar looking guy wearing the remnants of a tux and carrying a guitar case. OMG is that who I think it is? It was.
'If this thing is starting like it means to go on,' I think, 'It’s going to rock beyond the telling.' And it really, really did.
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