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Happy Birthday, kalikanzeros!

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My baby car is sitting in the impound
lot. I wuz bad. I parked in a weird zone and when I got back from pizza, it was
plum gone.

Laura Jean, Joe and I
watched our President for Life (Drewan)
compete for Eaglelette last night
in a packed bar. I mean really packed. I've not had so much body contact since
the last time I was on a NY subway at rush hour. He didn't win the title, but he
was in the money. The owner of Vera's, also a sexy guy, won the title and the
privilege to compete at IML in Chicago over Memorial Day weekend. Stunned, but
not crushed, Laura Jean and I went off in search of food whilst Joe took Drewan
home to console him over the near-win. Fashion hint, Laura Jean: B L A C K...
that way not so many people will be wanting to try-on what you're wearing. Pink
mohair just doesn't go well with biker-boots, and most of the guys there have
not been able to fit into a sweater that size since 1956 or just before they
signed the gym contract.

Spent some time at Marscon, got a
egoboo certificate for participating in programming, signed up at a really cheap
rate for next year, and attended a Diversicon meeting. 

My first panel ever, and next time,
I've gotta be drunk at the next one. Just too shy for these things.

Rumor has it that the Flash Girls will
be performing at Minicon, Friday and at the Masquerade Dance on Saturday.

Time to go bail the car.