Finally, I got to see my good friend... well, okay. After weeks of hearing "where's Ms X? Why don't you just text her and see if she's okay...?" we run into the usual place and get a chance to catch up. I see her and barely recognize her, but she shrugs and gives me a big ol' hug.
After buying her a beer, we did chat about this or that. I brought up how much I wished we would've been able to work together, but she pointed out that she doesn't really do music and just "cooks for her friends" which I'm assuming excludes yours truly. She also mentioned that she just didn't have fun this night, which is par for the course.
It was the same as usual. We sort of sit near each other but nary speak a word. I think I can describe this best as strange, codependant, awkward, and quiet.
Nobody hugs me. Except my granddaughters, but they don't know any better. Advice given to my admins when I became chair of the English Department: John doesn't hug.
John, I don't know why, but lot of girls like to hug me. I'm thin, not all to attractive, and tend to step back from anyone that gets within visible distance of me.
RIP Pokerstars 50" panasonic plasma TV.
Lived a good life. Couldn't withstand the NJ lightening.
Watched the Kings win 2 Stanley Cups on it. Good times.