Jeez, goddamn, hallelujah. How can it be that I have met so many kick ass people across this country? I don't mean your garden variety good folks, oh no. These are hydroponic knock-you-on-your-ass-with-sticky-goodness people. You know who you are! Yes, I AM thinking of YOU.
The most recent reminder came over this last weekend. With our new lives looming before us (in the form of a September 21 move in date for our new apartment in new-city), we decided to get the hell out of the parents/grand-parents house for the weekend. Not that their hospitablity isn't appreciated, but they do kinda drive me crazy. For real. See dolls.
Where was I? Oh yes, the people. So last week we throw out an email to a few friends from the City by the Bay. The very same city that collects hearts and inspires Journey songs. On very little notice, 18 freakin' friends came out to the bar! It was a classicly good time, full of Tecate and catching up. The bartender, as she always does at our little get togethers, bought us all a shot (thats how we know it was 18). Classy group all around. Funny little pointless non-stereotypical anecdote: the gay boys have all paired up like little happy nesters, while almost all the gay girls have been burning through relationships and one night stands.
So anyway, I'm thinking about all you friends of mine. This minute I'm thinking about people in: California, Arizona, Washington, Oregon, Tennessee, North Carolina, Massachusetts, New York, Ohio, Florida, Nevada, Texas and Pennsylvania. (*Note, this list was started by my brain visual of the map, not any order of hierarchy.) Makes all this moving around seem alright.