OK, jetlag and general fatigue is kicking my ass. I am coming to you live from the guestroom in Bliss Manor. Down the hall Turnbaby and Brad are blissfully sleeping (at least * listening * I thïnk they are, but then Brad has his moments where he wakes up feeling like a 21 year old -so I’ve learned yesterday over drinks- so who knows…). Anyway, lemmetellya about my day.

I made the HUGE mistake of coming to the office to print out my boarding pass and drop some stuff off. I thought I had made it out of the office failry “unharmed” until I ran into some people in the elevator that needed me for something (no, not like thát, I am nót the local elevator slut, thank you very much). And it resulted in me rushing to the airport and straight to the boarding gate. At the gate (after almost completely undressing cos I kept making the security check alarm go off, sigh, I think they have a button and make it go off on purpose) I found myself sitting in between 4 business men, that at some point were all having their own private conversation with me and kept trying to get a word in in eachother’s conversations. I was glad when we could finally really actually board, as keeping up with 4 conversations at one time is kinda exhausting. I was one of the first in the plane and had a whole row of seats to mahself! Yay! There was only 51 people on board on the whole Boeing 757. They actually almost canceled the flight. I will tell ya, the airport wouldn’t have been able to stand the racket I would’ve made had it been canceled. I mean, come on man!, it’s ConFab, Baby!

The flight was fairly uneventful: I slept a bit, I watched 2 movies (Defiance, wow! and Taken, cool!), and I read my book… and at some point was stupid enough to break the seal and make about a kazillion trips to the bathroom… But other than that it was alright. Airline staff was enjoyable (well, yeah, if you only have 51 people to take care of, how grumpy are you gonna be, right?). We landed on schedule and then I had to go thru the security check. The security guard kept smiling at me with his big brown eyes and I just “politely” smiled back… ok, I might have put a girlie look in there too.. and I got thru security faster than I ever have before… and was moved on to Agricultural check… sigh… they went thru my whole fucking luggage… but I was able to bribe them by giving them part of my pot stash and get thru that one quickly too… and then… I got thru the security check gate, went down to the terminal and…

There was Turnbaby!!! I cannot tell you how good it was to see her! I think we squished eachother for a few mins. The bruises on there, this time round, are not inflicted upon her by Brad. They’re from hugging at the airport. It was wonderful to finally be here and say hello. We went up the stairs to find Brad, who was in the bagage claim area hugging his cell phone. I walked up to Brad, was toootally squished (bruises… Brad’s fault), then lifted into the air, put back down again and smothered, heh… My longtime bloggy friend, my ex-bliancée, Liz’ great hubbie!

We went off downtown where Turnbaby had to attend a convention for about an hour. We sat down in the bar next to the hotel and there it was where I had my first virgin experience: Fried Pickles… Lemmejustsay…. umm… “special”… Who the hell fries pickles! We ordered some snacks and then talked and talked and joked and talked. Until Turnbaby had to go off do important stuff and Brad and myself ordered Top shelf Margarita’s from the cute waiter, who touched my arm when walking off to get them… Brad and I armwrestled to see who had dibs on the waiter and of course I won. We then, while sipping our 2nd Margarita, tried to establish the waiter’s age as I felt he was waaaay too young for me… Of course, tho Brad will tell you otherwise, I won that challenge too… Funny thing tho, that I have noticed about Kentucky? Once you give a man a compliment he is done with you and he starts trying to get rid of ya. Turnbaby returned from her task at the convention (where she had been nicely surprised by the rest of her peeps not showing up and a folder with instructions being left for her, ahem..), we finished our drinks and drove our asses over to Bliss Manor.

I finally was able to get out my gifts that I brought, amongst which Turnbaby’s own special pair of Dutch wooden shoes to match Brad’s that I got him a few years ago. I took my stuff upstairs and just before I did so Becky called that she was almost in Lexington and informing us the Orlando Posse, Britt, Hilly and Adam, had arrived as well. We quickly freshened up and changed and went out to meet up with them for a quick drink. So I already met up with them last night! Granted… by that time to me it felt like 3.30 a.m. and I was starting to get a bit hazy at that point (OK, I started violently crashing, shaddup). But it was great to finally meet them. We went home and I laid my ass to sleep. I think I was off the moment my head hit the wonderfully soft Bliss Manor pillow. It’s now 3.30 a.m. and I will be laying my ass back to sleep for another few hours. I can’t wait for the next people to get into town: Mah girl Jill, Karl, John and Kyra!!! And after that in the p.m. one after another will be arriving at the house…

Fun fun fun fun fun!!! FUN!

To be continued… now I am off for some more hours of sle… *zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*