I actually heard from Air India this morning. Zarine was able to perform a miracle and get me the space, so along with the client actually being a nice guy, I'm in considerably less angst and agita than I was the past few days. Two lessons I learned from my father proved to be true once again:
1. Don't Take "NO" for an answer.
2. God protects drunks and fools, which I have amended to God protects drunks, fools and travel agents, since it's so often the same thing.
I'm going to put up the party post later tonight, at which point it will already be the 31st in the UK. Party-goers will comment to the post with the links to their "costumes." You're free to crosspost to whichever comms you feel are applicable, however I'd strongly recomment waiting until Sunday night/Monday mornign to avoid the weekend vortex. You've worked hard on these stories and they deserve the maximum exposure.
I've gotten some great suggestions for food and a late influx of music, so things should be rocking pretty hard by the time the US joins in tomorrow morming. Remember, it's a week long party, so if you're still sewing sequins or making a mask, there's plenty of time.
From the previews I've gotten in my capacity as Beta and Hostess with Mostest, I think we're in for some spectalar fics that will require vast amounts of ret-con and brain bleach. We may all be partying on our barstools in hell for the rest of eternity, but I can't think of anyone I'd rather be palling around with down there than you guys.