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.
but as the boy, don_negro, royalbananafish & settled in to have the last tastes for the evening, the owner looks at me and says “oh…i know who you are! you guys are in from seattle, right?”
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?
creeeeeepppyyyyyy!