A friend in a previous life was moving to Florida to try to reboot her life and was having a Going Away Bar Night.  I don’t drink but it was nice to see people I’d not seen for a decade.  The person for whom we were having the evening was going to make it as an actress in Florida.  She didn’t have a plan should that not work out and I don’t know if that’s to be applauded or disparaged.  I hope it works for her.  I met up with someone I knew that was the rare “English major who was using her degree that wasn’t a teacher”.  She works for a publisher in New York City and commutes there daily.  She loves what she does.

The final person I spoke with was a pretty girl who I hadn’t seen in nine years.  She has been dating the same person since then and is slowly warming to getting married.  Each summer she spends a week in Delaware and that seems to be the highlight of her year.  She wanted to travel more but thought it expensive.  We talked about doing a day trip to New York.  We agreed that I’d make the arrangements if they covered my train ticket.  I gave her my card and asked for her to poke me when she had an idea when in May she’d like to go.  I very much hope I get a call.

I’ve been trying to get together with Dave Post, a high school chum, for some time as he’s only in town rarely when he invited me to a gathering being held by a mutual friend.  The host’s boyfriend had his Wii and was playing DDR with a degree of interest to which he probably didn’t want to admit.  Later, more people were present and each in turn failed at their first feeble attempts at DDR until someone proposed having everyone in charge of one direction and to use their hands.  The simplest song went well and feeling cocky they upped it to a song that’d normally require having three feet.  It sounded like a half dozen jackboots in a tumble dryer.  The combination of Ivy League degrees and professional certifications failed where many 14-year olds have succeeded.  Sadly, they gave up before I could get my camera.