Aeronautic Primates and Other Delights

Last weekend I flew to Georgia because my friend kittycat22 was getting married and I wasn't missing that for the world. The weekend ended up serving a double purpose -- her wedding and a ten-year anniversary gathering for many of the Sunnydale Socks, several of whom I hadn't seen since my own wedding four years ago (and some of whom I hadn't seen in much, much longer).

I missed my Buffy friends. I mean, I love my vidding friends with all my heart, but my Buffy friends really pulled me out of the deep, dark trench that was my life ten years ago and helped set me on the right course. If it weren't for them, I might not have achieved the escape velocity to get out of Iowa. And the thing is? Every last one of them is *more* awesome now. Indeed, one of the folks who I hadn't really connected with in the past became one of my favorite people over the weekend (kajivar I am looking at you).

I also saw midnightfae who has been super-busy being a vet. This weekend reminded me why we were best friends back in the day. I am going to make more of an effort to stay connected. That goes for everybody, honestly. And many, many people I saw over the weekend ended up with open invitations to visit and/or move to Los Angeles.

My roommate for the weekend was the delightful darklightluna. Her shortness and my tallness lead to us being called "The Room of Ridiculous Height Differences". There's a photo on Facebook if you go digging.

Many drinks were had, much dancing was done, awful awful things were said during Cards Against Humanity (one particular set of answers I was judging broke me hard), brightone was a giant spider and tried to eat everyone during "Betrayal at House on the Hill". Oh yeah, and kittycat22 got hitched. There was that.

As for the subject of this post? That was our rallying cry all weekend -- because the South is a very different place that does things very differently than expected. So every time we would run into something odd, we would say, "Because the South." Because we're terrible.

In Fremont, CA right now at midnightfae's ancestral home (so to speak), after an uneventful but looooong 13-hour drive (include two hours where we pulled into a gas station and napped). On Monday, we move midnightfae into her new apartment in Davis, CA. Then I fly home. By myself. To my newly roommate-free apartment.

There's a certain melancholy pall over this whole weekend, I won't lie.

Two days to Los Angeles. *party*

Have arrived at LA. Using an Internet kiosk at airport (and I swear that the keyboard is just slightly non-standard to increase the usage time by fractions of a minute). About ready to head downstairs and get a cab to the screening. It doesn't start for 3 hours, but I can be a little nervous about LA rush hour traffic if I want, thank you.

midnightfae was incredibly sweet this morning when I realized that I'd A) forgotten my cellphone charger and B) packed way too much for a single bag. She ran back to my place and got my charger and searched for another bag and brought them to me at work. Above and beyond, folks. Go and give her kudos.

OH, and to be all Doctor Who about the Slither afterparty...

"I'm the Writer, and this is airawyn. She's my Plus 1. That all right?" *cheeky grin*