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Welcome to PBP weekend. For those of you who have no clue what I'm talking about....

Once upon a time, there was a show called Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Its home was the WB. The WB had a website for this quirky little show which contained a posting board named The Bronze. Bronzers, as they called themselves, decided to get together in LA one year. And when they did, some of the cast crashed the party. From there, it got...bigger. The Posting Board Party (PBP) became a charity event to benefit Make-A-Wish, and for the last six years (not counting the first), it's gone on from there.

Trust me when I assure the uninitiated that the above is the short short short version.

Anyway - Presidents' Day Weekend approached, and with it, the annual get-together. Which means a meeting of the minds for the cast of characters that, if you keep reading here, you'll see make cameo appearances in the nodignity.com universe. Things tend to .... happen during LA weekend. Really, it's best not to ask how. Just accept that shit happens.

Shit like....the fact that I was the guardian of a five & a half foot prop snake for the weekend on loan from Mutant Enemy. In case you're wondering....no, I'm not explaining that. Just accept the fact that I had a big freakin' snake from Thursday through Tuesday. It's better all around. Trust me.

Right then. That makes our equation -

On Thursday, following my ducking out of work early, Robyn & I went over to the offices of Mutant Enemy to borrow our buddy, who was then simply known as That Big Giant Snake. And, in another demonstration of just how utterly cool I am, even though I'd been to the set in November to see just how big Joss' snake is, I still managed to get us lost once we got in the building. Go me! The result of this was Robyn & I accidentally taking ourselves on a mini-tour of the ME offices, which in itself was actually kind of cool. The Angel PAs (Production Assistants) were nice enough to give us directions so that we wouldn't, you know, end up as corpses on the show 'cause we'd just died of starvation & someone mistook us for mislaid props. (hey, it could happen!)

Kern, one of Joss' assistants that had helped me procure Snake Boy, wasn't there, but Mike, Joss' other assistant (yup, Mr. Important is so cool he gets two - dig that) helped us out in a conversation that included me going, "Well, I figure if I can lay down in the back of my KIA and fit, I figure this sucker's gonna fit - not, of course, that I've spent a lot of time doing that, I just wanted to test it and make sure there's enough room...oh bugger."

Shut it, Robyn.

Once I got done embarrassing myself, Robyn & I got to explore the second floor of the offices in an attempt to reach the service elevator. Quite the adventure, that one. The high point of it was actually when we stopped and had a conversation with Brian, one of the few people left working on Firefly. Brian was cool. We decided we liked him. Everyone, you see, was concerned for The Snake's welfare, and wanted to make sure that we were bringing him back. (Except Fury. I was told he wanted us to pretend there was a mysterious fire.)

Our other pause in exit was right before we left, when we passed Acathla, & Robyn & I briefly debated simply absconding with it. Come on, like you wouldn't want that in your apartment? It's not just a conversation piece, it's a way to scare the crap out of would-be burglars. Powers know Zoey's sure as hell not going to - she'd sleep through the whole thing.

Eventually, we got Snakey in the car. Then we got Robyn in the car curled up next to him. (She's small & flexible, hence the reason I asked her to come along) Then, I closed those two crazy kids into the back of my car together, got myself in the car, & drove back to my apartment.

You ever want to have fun at stoplights, you try driving from Santa Monica to West Hollywood with a big giant snake laying claws-up in the back of your KIA Sportage. Hee. People started yelling at us at the first stoplight out of the studio. At least twice, I thought we were going to cause an accident before we got off the 10. One elderly Asian man in a white Caravan had some serious issues. There are pictures of that somewhere. I need to find them for journalistic purposes, yes?

Upon our arrival at my apartment, which I'm glad to say was free of reptile-incited vehicular mishaps, Robyn & I recruited one of my neighbors to come help us unload the Snake o' Doom. This garnered the attention of another neighbor and his friends, and I suddenly had people lining up in my apartment so that they could take pictures with the snake in my kitchen while poor Zoey was trying to figure out who everybody was, and what the hell was in the kitchen behind the baby gate.

Due to the need to pick people up from the airport, Robyn and I then left Zoey & her new friend to make their peace with a baby gate between them as he stood menacingly over my sink o' dirty dishes as though he was going to start cleaning in a way that would somehow be...eeeeeeeeeeeeevil.

For the next day & a half, people that walked into my apartment pretty much had the reaction of, *insert laughter* "Oh my god - look at that!" Snakey met a couple of people along the way, & since he was on good behavior, didn't eat a' one of 'em.