Allow me to elaborate via random bullet points:
- First? Fab and Turnbaby have a beautiful home. And the room in their basement that houses the air hockey table? Has a particularly comfortable floor. My foam pad and Eddie Bauer sleeping bag were quite happy in there. As was I.
- I enjoyed talking to everyone I met over the weekend. I only knew a small handful of people before going and I worried there might be one or two in the bunch I didn't know who would end up driving me nuts or whom I would drive bonkers. Not even. Everyone was gracious and talkative and friendly and made my job as "blogger who knows abso-frakking-lutely no one" a lot easier.
- Fab and Turnbaby are the most gracious host and hostess I've ever met.
- When the nice Asian lady asks if you want flowers on your big toes? Do it. Especially if you pick black as your color. Makes your toes go from "Goth" to "OH! They're so CUTE!"
- Fab, you must, MUST, MUST wear the Mickey Mouse ears. Every day. Forever. Seriously.
- Hilly, Britt, and Becky may not all be named Heather, but they are more Heather than me, the obvious, plain, too-quiet Veronica of the group. But they welcomed me anyway! You ladies made my weekend!
- Turnbaby, you're even more beautiful in person.
- It's because of you Fab that my love of moonshine has returned full-force. Must find a Georgia supplier...
- The black dye stains on my hands? A badge of honor. Loved every second of it.
- Turnbaby's tenderloin. Mmmmmm.....
- Shelli, Laci-Loo, Bubblewench, John, Lynda, Janelle, Kim, Karl, Metal Mom, Marty, Shiny, Sybil Law, and everyone else whom I can't remember off the top of my head at 11:39PM? Had a great time meeting every single one of you and hanging out.
- Um, Fab? Your flamingos were humping. You may have babies soon. I'm just sayin':
- It really sucks driving back home, six hours, with a migraine. I'm not kidding. Full-on light and sound sensitivity and nausea. I stopped in Lenoir City, TN, downed two Aleve, a gallon of iced tea, and about five biscuits sopping with honey. I managed to go from Athena trying to break loose from my brain to a dull thud. Ladies? We soooo shouldn't have talked about migraines just the day before.
- And finally? It is completely possible to karaoke Baby Got Back. As a white stay-at-home-mom. And while completely sober.
Brad? Liz? The weekend was amazing and unforgettable. I will cherish my shot glass (and its faint smell of hooch), my photos, my memories, and especially my friendship with the both of you. ConFab, Baby RAWKED!
*An awesome bluegrass song by the even more awesome Rhonda Vincent.