So... I spent the weekend visiting with my dear friends T, J, and F, as we'd decided we were long overdue for a get-together. We decided to get together at T & J's home, about an hour from where I live.
On the drive out, I was trying to figure out how long it had been since I'd seen them all.
On the drive out, I was trying to figure out how long it had been since I'd seen them all.
In F's case, it was early October, much to my surprise.
In T and J's case, I realized it was three months to the day; we last saw each other on New Year's Eve, at the My Morning Jacket show.
When I arrived, J gave me a modified version of her usual bone-crushing hug, to prevent squishing my "baby boobies" (which are mighty tender these days). :c)
(As J also noted, "I'm afraid I'll break you in half if I squeeze too hard, hon!")
Here's how the conversation unfolded (and bear in mind that I attended the show in boy mode, which, as you will see, is a key factor):