had i been any more intoxicated when i arrived at local’s tasting room this evening, i might have even believed i made it all up.
david and i exchange glances and smile. this *was* our 4th year, and we had seen her many of them.
and then she says “there was a woman in here not too long ago who was talking about you. that you ran a business together years ago.”
i looked puzzled and said i couldn’t imagine anyone would be in locals talking about me, and that she must be mistaken.
and she said “graphic artist, right?”
and i just started laughing and realized, *of course*, that it had to be christine.
it was like you were there with me, getting our drink on, and remembering conduit dinners, and the world shrank and froze for just a moment.
how fucking cool is that?