Situated
After a rather rocky start to the weekend—Sam and I missed out on a dinner party I was really looking forward to, because of a...gastric anomaly on Saturday—Sunday shaped up much better. We drove around a bit, trying to decide on where to eat....laid around the house for a few hours, then hit the beer busts: first the Eagle, then the Lone Star.
At the Eagle, I met a fellow blogger, Victor, whom I've been wanting to meet for quite awhile. He's a terrific writer, and some of his stuff was so compelling, i'm still not sure what's true and what's fiction. In either case, I'm glad to have met him in person. Hopefully, it's the first of a continuing set of meetings-up. He's a sweet guy—and fun to look at—and as I said, a terrific writer.
[Aside: Corin, I know you were in town for unfortunate reasons, but I'm still sorry we didn't get to meet you. I hope that Fate will conspire to make it happen again. We're just down the street, after all. :)]
So we ended up at the Lone Star, and almost everyone was there. I missed Fred, of course, but you have to understand that it was the concluding chapter of this nearly-year-long strange dichotomy: eitherwith Sam or with my friends. Sam was there, and so were they, and it was all just a fucking amazing time.
Life is good; life is finally altogether.
Me happy.