La Vie De TKP crossover with Sue's Country Livin'

[lettered]

So, these past three days I was in Austin, and whaddaya know, there was crazydiamondsue! Although there was not Sueage as I had originally intended to write because I surreptitiously leaned very close and got a whiff and can faithfully report to you all that she smells nothing like sewage. And I also met elcazavampiros, and tried very hard not to call him Caza. He was tall, fun to talk to, and Anya-loving, and had a shiny metal. Both Sue and I suggested he put it in a drawer and wear the hardness about his eyes. Because it's one of the best lines in fiction ever! But instead he had to wear it a lot. And I wore the cowboy hat he got with shiny fringe! That was after the margaritas.

So, flist & Curious Others, here is the REAL skinny on Sue, in case you've been wondering from someone IN THE KNOW (*gratuitous winking*). She didn't put a bag over my head and drag me off into a mysterious forest to have her way with me (except for that one time), and she's cute, with curly hair, and a good dresser, very color coordinated, with orange. She's also funny and witty and able to quote "The Yoko Factor", and laughs appropriately when I quote things, and did cheese-stick theater except with remotes. She's also smart and insightful and honest and talktoable about stuff, though stuff always makes its way back to Buffy or Angel or Xander or Anya or Hot, which is a good thing, and she taught me how to pronounce various lj names, which was nice but caused my whole world view to tilt.

I lugged her out to meet my brother and sister-in-law, which in retrospect wasn't the best idea because they can't talk Buffy. But we did see the Poncho Guitar Statue Guy with the ducks, and then we saw bats. See, there's this ritual in Austin where a bunch of tourists congregate under a bridge and turn their faces up towards the sky, lips parted, with a kind of worshipful stance, gazing toward Gotham Tower where Mr. Freeze lives. And then, of a sudden, there is a cloud of smoky dark up from under a bridge, and out swooping come eleventyseventbajillionandone bats, to rival the bat cave bats and then some. Then everyone starts doing under-the-bridgey things like sex and booze and murder and jazzercise and building fires in trashcans while Michael Keaton, Adam West, and Christain Bale fight naked slathered in guano. Okay, it's possible I kinda embellished that last part; there might not have been actual jazzercise. But I HEARD it.

So, in conclusion. Sue is the Sue I knew except cooler, and also with brighter eyes and smaller feet. Caza is a Very Important Person who goes to blowing bubble conferences. dovil is pronounced Doovil. I make the bestest cookies this side of Oklahoma; lots of people said hi to me on Sue's journal which Sue relayed and to which I say hi back; B/A spit is worth the wait, and I had a really nice time.

Except for the headache and fever and puking.

ETA: I feel much better now. It was a thing that hit especially hard that first night but kinda slithered off after that. I thought it was food poisoning but others I ate with that night have since said they're convinced it was a small virusy thing. I guess we wait until Sue gets back to find out if I infected her or Caza. Fun!

Comments

[southernbangel.livejournal.com]

There are so many user names that if I ever heard the correct pronounciation of, I think my head would explode. I hear them a certain way in my head and anything else is just WRONG WRONG WRONG.

[tkp.livejournal.com]

Me too! And then there are the unpronouncable ones, which I say in my head as "the one that starts with ub" or "the one that has a t and a q and an i". Hearing the right pronounciation of those is WRONG too, because they are just...the unpronouncable ones.

[dlgood.livejournal.com]

ditto

[a2zmom.livejournal.com]

I agree. They should consult me first on correct pronunciation of their user names.