Slept a bit better Saturday night, only woke up about five times, and we all got up on Sunday and had bagels and muffins and got more swag. I looked at all of the matchbooks and cookies and more cookies and thumbtacks and thought that it would be a terrible terrible waste if the poor people had to take them home again!

I'm only thinking of them, you know.

There were a couple of panels, but we decided to go out for lunch instead, and did that because Austin is about eating! And it is, frankly.

We ate at a Schlotsky's, of all things, chain fast-food, one step up from Subway, if that much, and the pizza was spicy! Not so that a Texan would have noticed, probably, but to my white Irish potato-eating mouth it was mega-spicy.

In Texas, even the bland food has a kick to it!

Then we went back to the hotel and packed and checked out and hung around killing time before going to the airport. Melissa and Kate were on my flight as well, so there was no chance of my being late this time.

Just like always, I spent barely any time with people that I wanted to spend time with, though I didn't regret spending time with the people that I actually did spend time with. I wish I had seen more of Amanda and Colleen and Lyn Never and Weetabix and An Bei and Columbine and Rob and Jette and Gael and Molly Zero and Emily and Pineapple, but three days is only so much time, especially when I also felt the need to spend every second with Melissa and Kate and Amy and Erin and Eliza and Elizabeth and Mo!

Even though they all insisted as one that I am not, in fact, Sweet as a Biscuit, but actually Mean as a Biscuit. Or, as Mo elaborated, "Mean as a biscuit that has been left out on a shelf and gotten all stale and dry and was made out of a very mean batter in the first place!" This may have been after I called Eliza and tried to make her feel bad for not saying goodbye to me. Just good clean fun!

But then it was time to go back to real life. So I went home. The cats weren't dead, there were tons of things TiVoed, and I slept without waking more than twice in the night.

Elizabeth and Eliza.

Columbine.

Elevators in the lobby.

Lobby ceiling.

Lobby floor.

Lobby windows

Today's horoscope:
Watch whom you patronize or hire. Not everyone approaches your project with the same level of commitment. You walk a precarious tightrope between fire and water. Too much of anything will unbalance you.

One year ago today:
This show is all about Omar's cock. I mention it at every rehearsal partially to see him blush and partially because that really is what the show it about. I have threatened to paint a big white circle on the crotch of his pant with arrows pointing inward.

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