Wherever You Go, There You Are

I just got a call from my beloved TORn buddies, who are at this moment closing down a bar in Orlando at the ELF convention. Apparently it's not a party unless Miss Kitty is there, even in spirit. Or spirits, I should say, because they all promised to have a drink for me. ;)

My brother called me today to say that Bruce Campbell was in Kansas City. Johnny was going to bring an "Evil Dead" comic to be autographed: "Here, de-value my comic, please." ;) Too bad I was at work.

The closest Neil Gaiman is coming is Denver, in late September, and even if Johnny can't go with me, I think I might just do it. We have relatives in Denver, so I might even score some free dinner. The event is smack in the middle of Johnny's work schedule, but I think he's not showing enough effort; after all, he had decided he wanted to meet Trent Reznor, then the next thing ya know, he's on NIN's tour bus. Neil Gaiman is next on the list. I'm already reminding myself to NOT have a fangirl freak-out as I did with the lovely Peter S. Beagle.

Tomorrow I'll have a great day with my friends: Anna, Kelly, Sunny, and I are meeting up in Lawrence to have astrology readings done. Dad will drive Sunny and me, since we'll be there the earliest; I can imagine how much he's looking forward to THAT gigglefest. ;) Fear not -- he'll spend the day at KU, trying not to glue himself to the dinosaurs. Then all of us are going back to Sunny's to have a showing of "Holy Grail". We wanted to do the Adub's thing again, so we can worship their projection screen, but they're closed for now. I hope it's only temporary.