It's late

It really is, it is 3:04, and I'm a slow typer, and a little buzzed, so we'll see where this goes.

First of all, what a great night. Yes Billy is away, yes I already miss him, and I hope that he is having fun.

Secondly, I did tonight what I've wanted to do for years. I had 2 friends over, two people that have all known since grade one. That's 28 years. That's a long time.

There was a lot of, 'what is A up to?' 'Did you hear about B?' Have you seen C?' Did you know that D had a baby?' etc. etc. It was great fun. We went to all three of our houses, toured, chatted, ate and drank - how nice! Way over do. Too much fun, and incidentally, I think that CC may have the kindest husband ever for picking her and BW up and driving them home at 3am. Pretty damned good of him...

So, the one question tonight that stumped me tonight, the one question that made me think beyond gossip and stories was, 'What would you do if E showed up at your door?' (posed it to our mutual friend...) Why is this a question that would stop me in my tracks you may ask? It is because E was my 'best friend' until about 12 years ago.

12 years is a long time when you're 34. A lot of things happen in 12 years. What would I do if this person showed up at my door? I don't know... laugh? Ask WTF are you doing here?

I thought I knew the answer, I have to think about that one... later, what a great night!