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Pheno Phriday

I'm flying in to Canberra on Friday for Pheno, landing at 12:20 in the afternoon.

I'm staying with Ingrid and Mark for the weekend, however due to the fact that both of them are on the org committee, they are both going to be very busy and most likely won't be able to pick me up when I get in.

Anyone able to pick me up and potentially occupy my time until about 5 or so when I want to get to the Con site?

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fred_bear
Jun. 7th, 2010 07:32 am (UTC)
I would hon, but I'm going to be down the coast with Shelley and R. Sorry. :(
ozisim
Jun. 8th, 2010 08:59 am (UTC)
*waves*

was planning on getting there at twoish, but can head down early if there is a hug in it for me?
halloranelder
Jun. 8th, 2010 01:03 pm (UTC)
It's a deal!

It will probably take a bit of time to get off the plane and get my luggage, so 1 o'clock or so will probably be fine.

yay!
ozisim
Jun. 9th, 2010 09:42 am (UTC)
it's a plan!
You are going to have to txt me at some point between then and now so that I can has your number in case something goes wrong.
halloranelder
Jun. 10th, 2010 05:42 am (UTC)
Just sent you a random poke, so assuming the number I have for you is still accurate, you know have mine.
ozisim
Jun. 10th, 2010 11:04 am (UTC)
I do!
Huzzah!!

...I also have boys germs now... thanks.

Edited at 2010-06-10 11:04 am (UTC)
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