Back on the range.

Oh, man. I never wanted this week to end. But all in all, having it wrap up with Joey and Briahna on the radio for the drive home (and playing Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays as the last song of the night) and my puppy curled up in bed with me "doesn't suck." *g*

I'm typing up a lot "" of things which will probably get posted in a huge spamming flux sometime in the coming day, but suffice it to say I knew this trip, too, would be great - I just had no idea how much so. *snogs all the wonderful people she met/shivered/laughed/danced/screamed with* You all and JC, man. I am a lucky girl.

More later.

How I'm caught up on four full missed days of LJ in two hours, I'll never know.

There weren't that many of us at the shows.

...

Oh, right.

Anyway, meme then bed.

( Five Things 2003 )

Using this icon for Saturn. Whether the idle ponderings of my brain on the plane ride back will come to any sort of fic fruition is uncertain, but they most definitely are not.

I need to start keeping my big mouth shut.

Two weeks ago in California I'm all, I've been through hurricanes and snowstorms and droughts and fire, but what I'd really like to experience is a good earthquake. And last night I was like, wow, a week in fandom without a kerfuffle?

*smacks forehead* Sorry about the imminent rain of blood and toads, everyone.

( My take on Justin's comments, news of the second solo record, and *NSYNC's future. )

*hugs her fandom* I love it dearly, I do. The fantastic people, the smart writers, the pretty boys and happy music and the accessibility of it all. I mean, where else do the main characters deal you Blackjack, host radio concerts in your state, perform at your local theater, attend your political conventions, and be seen hanging out at your club on Saturday night? It's fun for me, in any event.