Yes, “sister” too bad we’re not in the pit! Although I am sure that if you really wanted to, you’d be in there trashing my name! Yes, I read the thread, and yes, I read the other one…but, it’s nice to know you care so much…
BTW, since you obviously have MUCH more experience at flying while fucking in a rolling doughnut, perhaps you could tell me which ones work best. Do you prefer Chocholate filled, or Jelley Filled!
First, the most obvious comment is required: :rolleyes:
Homer, I know how to spell your name - D-O-N-U-T, right? (“Mmmm, donut…”)
12 days, soon to be 11. Argh!
Had a great weekend - went out two-stepping and clubbing Friday and Saturday night for my last big weekend in my hometown (since next weekend’s Christmas, and I leave the following Friday). Pity - two really good friends are having really big parties - right after I leave! Ah, well - I’ll just force them to come visit me, of course.
11 days to go, and now the Philly Dopers are planning a Dopefest. Bastards! Well, at least me and hedra did it first. So, does that mean the San Diego Dopers are planning one for my arrival? Huh? Does it? Huh? {hee hee}
Actually, I am planning my own welcome party, but it probably won’t be until March or April. I’ll let y’all know if you want to come. It’ll be an “east coast meets west coast” thing, and y’all can sample some cheesesteaks, scrapple, vanilla cokes and water ice!
Yoinks! How could I have forgotten yesterday? (Well, that’s easy - work is hellish.)
Interviewed and hired someone to replace me today, and they’ll be in tomorrow to do a little get-familiar before Christmas, but tomorrow is, indeed, my last day. Woo hoo! Big Christmas party Saturday night, Christmas Monday, packing like a wild man next week, and then I leave, in…
Lawdy, lawdy - less than 2 days to go and here I am on the Straight Dope with half a room left to pack (needless to say, I’m leaving a lot of stuff to get later, but my mom says that’s ok, 'cause then she’s assured I’ll actually be back soon to get it all).
And when you get there, don’t start thinking you’re too good for the rest of us. At least not until I get there too, and can be included. Only seven or eight months left for me.
I drop my stuff off with Amtrak at 30th Street Station in 4 hours, and then I have 24 hours to move the rest of my stuff (and I’m leaving quite a bit behind) into the attic out of harm’s way.
I really wish I could take more than 3 bags on the plane!
Well, dropped off 33 boxes of 977 pounds of stuff last night at 30th Street Station (and it only cost $377 to ship it across the country in 3 days - nice!). Now I’m packing my bags for the plane, and trying to get as much stuff out from underfoot of my parents before I go (or my dad is threatening to heave it all in the trash).
7 hours to go, providing the weather holds and Chicago isn’t as bad as I fear…
Flight got cancelled because of Chicago’s weather. The next earliest flight isn’t until 7:55 am tomorrow, and then that’s dicey because we’re getting snow. :mad: It seems, though, that the snow won’t really start coming down until noontime, so I think I might just make it out.
The bright sides? More time to put stuff away, and it’s a direct flight - no layovers.
So, the countdown clock has been reset, and we now stand at 27 hours.
Tomorrow morning’s flight got cancelled, and the snow hasn’t even started yet - a pre-emptive strike that’s pissing me off. :mad:
So now I’m re-re-scheduled for 3:23 pm (as if that’s going to happen - it’s supposed to snow all day, so I’m waiting for another phone call to re-schedule yet again). On the plus side, more time to put stuff away; don’t have to get up at 5:30 am; some folks might see me off at the airport (if we can even get to the airport, that is, through 8"-16" of snow, depending on which weather forecast you believe); I still arrive in San Diego by my deadline of December 31 (8:33 pm, to be exact); and I get to go first class (the only seat available). So, hey, it’s not a direct flight (routes through Dallas, which seems to be finally eased from its earlier ice storm woes), but hopefully this is the last time (well, ok, I’ll accept maybe one more bump, but dammit, I haven’t broken a new year’s resolution to myself yet, and I don’t want the first to be on the cusp of my new life out west).