This time it felt more like being back, so I've been lurking for a few
days.
"Being back" is a recurrent theme in what's going on in my life right
now. Prior to 2007, I had been working the same job (for company L at
agency V on contract C, subcontracted under agency N) since 1997. Then
someone at V decided that C should be put up for rebid, and set
conditions such that N was not eligible. Into the breach came company
D, who went about signing up the contractors already working on the
project, including me--but I was not allowed to subcontract; if I wanted
to continue, I would have to become an employee of company D. When the
contract was finally awarded, we failed to come to an agreement for
various reasons, so I remained with company L, who moved me to contract
C' at agency A. And life went on.
In the meantime, employee G of company D, who had taken my place, left
rather soon after the transition, and was replaced with employee G', who
(a) had not had the benefit of working directly with me, (b) pretty much
blew off the chance to work directly with employee G, and (c) had
attitude problems. When G' left, my former cow orkers were figuring out
how to proceeed, and one of them said "Why don't we just see if we can
get Kevin back?" So they called me in early 2008, and as a result, I
finally started working for company D at agency V on contract C, again.
Company D was OK, the people were nice, and they paid me well, but after
a year I began to miss company L, which had better health insurance and
a much better bonus plan, and at which I had always felt comfortable as
an out gay man (they had a nondescrimination policy that explicitly
mentioned sexual orientation. Plus the owners are really great people).
Well, it turned out they missed me, too, and had something new (and
interesting) come up, so on June 1 of this year I returned to company L
at agency A, but working on contract C'' this time, although with a lot
of the same people I worked with before and I am in the same general
area of the building.
Of course I took some teasing at both ends, but it was good-natured.
The person who took over my job at agency V had the benefit of working
with me for almost a month (I gave lots of notice) and is incredibly
sharp, so I don't worry too much about that not working out (we talk
once a week or so, sometimes about work and sometimes about other stuff,
and he has decided to learn Perl after seeing the code I left behind and
what I accomplished with it). While at least one employee at V expects
to see me back in a year or so, I think it's pretty definite that I'm
gone from there for good.
Home life--When David and I split up in 2005, we ended up living
together for over a year while he decided what to do. He eventually
moved to North Carolina, but we had an agreement that DC would remain
his "home of last resort" (if things didn't work out for him elsewhere).
At the time, that was because I still owed him money for his part of the
equity on this apartment, but later we renewed it because we'd become
friends again. Michael and I ended up vacationing at David's two years
ago, and we spent both Christmas and Thanksgiving, along with my mother,
down there last year.
As you may be aware, the economy took a slight downturn last fall :-(,
and David was at a point where he was having problems finding enough
work where he lives to meet his expenses. Also, by that time he owed me
money, which he was going to have problems paying back on what he could
make. So after some preliminary visits to set things up, this past
February David moved back into this apartment with Michael and me,
bringing his two dogs Buddy (lab/great dane cross) and Maggie
(beagle/dalmation/pit bull cross) to join our dog Peanut (miniature
[thank god] beagle), and we began living the (sur)reality show "Ex in
the City". We are all getting along, but as you can imagine there are
issues that crop up from time to time. For example, David is doing most
of the cooking (and buying the groceries, as his contribution to the
household [as an aside, the food is wonderful but healthy, and we are
all losing weight]), but the kitchen is now Michael's and they have
different ideas of where to keep things. I have also discovered how
much my boyfriend and my ex have in common. (I have carefully not
mentioned this to either of them, because both of them would vehemently
deny it--which would prove my point, actually.)
Sometimes, like this weekend, David's cute boyfriend comes up to visit,
which lends a whole different layer of surreality to the situation.
David is not planning to be here forever, of course, just until he can
move on, or back (he still has a house in NC to take care of), but will
probably be here through the end of the year.
So my life changes, in parts, and doesn't change, in parts, leaving it
feeling totally familiar and totally strange at the same time. But,
come to think of it, that's pretty much how it's always worked.
For now, at least, I'm back.
---
* This phrase stems from a former cow orker who left the company and got
a pineapple-shaped trivet as a going-away gift. When she came back (I
am neither the first nor the most frequent back-comer here, you see),
there were comments that she should return the pineapple, and it
eventually became a stock phrase.
--
boss, sometimes i think � � � � � |� kevin michael vail
that our friend mehitabel � � � � |� ke...@vaildc.net
is a trifle too gay � � � � � � � |
� � � � -- archy� � � � � � � � � |� wotthehell wotthehell
or, as you say, surreality:
> this past
> February David moved back into this apartment with Michael and me,
> bringing his two dogs Buddy (lab/great dane cross) and Maggie
> (beagle/dalmation/pit bull cross) to join our dog Peanut (miniature
> [thank god] beagle), and we began living the (sur)reality show "Ex in
> the City".
good heavenly days! by my count that's three adults (with an
occasional visiting fourth) and three dogs, one of them substantially
big. Eighteen feet in what I know from direct observation is NOT a
large apartment. (you may recall claiming that you only had room for
two spare rolls of toilet paper). Obviously you're making it work,
but that IS a challenge.
oh Kevin, I'm *so* glad to see you back.
hugs from the Great White North
.
Ailuropoda melanoleuca torontonensis
> For now, at least, I'm back.
We missed you at the Portland motsscon, Kevin. Penny Lane could
have used your three new dogs for company. ;-)
Anyway, you are very welcome back, with or without the pineapple. I
was once in the situation where "ex-" and current squeeze moved
back...along with two small kids (no dogs, though). Not as complex
as your situation, of course, since I was happily single at that
time. But my problem was that I had always been in love with
"ex-'s" squeeze, which made for much melodrama. Life is a soap
opera, for sure.
--Ken Rudolph
Hello, hello! Toujours gai!
I hope you'll stick around.
--
---Robert Coren (co...@panix.com)------------------------------------
"Yet another reason not to read Usenet."
--a soc.motss lurker, referring to me
--
Grk.
Welcome back! (And say hello to David for me.(Ask him to sing the
orange song.))
... as boogie-woogie bugle boy?
(Welcome back & thanks for the pineapple)
> Well lookee who it is!
> On Jul 3, 8:45�pm, ***Kevin Michael Vail*** wrote:
> > After a period of relative insanity, or at least a lot of running around
> > with my hands in the air combined with periods of muttering at inanimate
> > objects, my life appears to be headed toward a return of some kind of
> > stability.
>
> or, as you say, surreality:
Surstability?
> > this past
> > February David moved back into this apartment with Michael and me,
> > bringing his two dogs Buddy (lab/great dane cross) and Maggie
> > (beagle/dalmation/pit bull cross) to join our dog Peanut (miniature
> > [thank god] beagle), and we began living the (sur)reality show "Ex in
> > the City". �
>
> good heavenly days! by my count that's three adults (with an
> occasional visiting fourth) and three dogs, one of them substantially
> big. Eighteen feet in what I know from direct observation is NOT a
> large apartment. (you may recall claiming that you only had room for
> two spare rolls of toilet paper). Obviously you're making it work,
> but that IS a challenge.
We've gotten a *lot* more efficient in regard to the use of space...we
have actually had a *12-pack* stored at one point!
There are 20 feet here this weekend, with eight more (two humans and a
dog) coming over later. Of course in metric that's only 8.5 meters,
give or take a bit...
--
Kevin Michael Vail� � | I would rather have a mind opened by wonder
ke...@vaildc.net� � � | than one closed by belief. � -- Gerry Spence
> Kevin Michael Vail wrote:
>
> > For now, at least, I'm back.
>
> We missed you at the Portland motsscon, Kevin. Penny Lane could
> have used your three new dogs for company. ;-)
IIRC, even the smallest of them is larger than Penny Lane, but I also
recall that she can hold her own!
> Anyway, you are very welcome back, with or without the pineapple. I
> was once in the situation where "ex-" and current squeeze moved
> back...along with two small kids (no dogs, though). Not as complex
> as your situation, of course, since I was happily single at that
> time. But my problem was that I had always been in love with
> "ex-'s" squeeze, which made for much melodrama. Life is a soap
> opera, for sure.
Fer sure. David's bf is extremely cute and half my age, and flirty, but
he flirts with everybody. (And I get to use lines with David like "You
never let *me* bring the computer to bed!")
Main bien sur!
> It's Kevin! Great to have you back! I was wondering just the other day
> what had become of you.
>
> I hope you'll stick around.
Me, too!
> [roddy joe]
> ... as boogie-woogie bugle boy?
of course I'm now going to have difficulty removing from my brain the
picture of kevin dressed up in army uniform mit skirt as an Andrews
Sister
> (Welcome back & thanks for the pineapple)
i thought it was thanks for all the *fish*...
I'm so confoozed
.
manly "42" panda
> Hiya Kevin! Hiya Peanut!
OK, the accent is familiar but the name escapes me...
--
Kevin Michael Vail | Dogbert: That's circular reasoning.
ke...@vaildc.net | Dilbert: I prefer to think of it as no loose ends.
We were talking about that the other day...David was remembering the
trip to our roof with you and your brother, and I told his bf about the
orange song.
Unfortunately the Metro is going to a red-white-and-blue color scheme,
so David will clash.
> Kevin Michael Vail:
> > ... So they called me in early 2008, and as a
> > result, I
> > finally started working for company D at agency V on contract C, again.
>
> ... as boogie-woogie bugle boy?
Peanut is the boogie-woogie beagle dog!
> > [moi]
> > or, as you say, surreality:
> Surstability?
now there's a nice coinage
> > good heavenly days! by my count that's three adults (with an
> > occasional visiting fourth) and three dogs, one of them substantially
> > big. Eighteen feet in what I know from direct observation is NOT a
> > large apartment. (you may recall claiming that you only had room for
> > two spare rolls of toilet paper). Obviously you're making it work,
> > but that IS a challenge.
>
> We've gotten a *lot* more efficient in regard to the use of space...we
> have actually had a *12-pack* stored at one point!
you gay mad *fool*!!
how did you manage - did you put false ceilings in all the rooms and
create room-sized attics for storing things like toilet paper, ex-
boyfriends, and dogs?
(well, maybe not the dogs - they'd have difficulty with the requisite
ladders)
> There are 20 feet here this weekend, with eight more (two humans and a
> dog) coming over later. Of course in metric that's only 8.5 meters,
> give or take a bit...
that would be for the best view in the city of the washington monument
during the pyrotechnics, right?
.
manly mehitabel panda
Nonsense. Just pretend you're in Holland, on Queensday, where
everything is red/white/blue + orange
manly colour coordination for the masses panda
> pyrotechnics
I have the bestest view anywhere. Hah, hah!
http://www.dfenton.com/NoComment/2009/01/planes-crashing-in-your-back
-yard-plane.html
--
David W. Fenton http://www.dfenton.com/
usenet at dfenton dot com http://www.dfenton.com/DFA/
> ailuropoda melanoleuca torontonensis <chris....@utoronto.ca>
> wrote in
> news:ed503a5c-eff2-4d93...@a36g2000yqc.googlegroups.co
> m:
>
> > pyrotechnics
>
> I have the bestest view anywhere. Hah, hah!
>
> http://www.dfenton.com/NoComment/2009/01/planes-crashing-in-your-back
> -yard-plane.html
Odd, I don't see any of the Washington Monuments in those pictures...
:-)
> > > ***Kevin Michael ["archy"] Vail*** :
> > Surstability?
>
> now there's a nice coinage
Surstability : stability :: surreality : reality
> how did you manage - did you put false ceilings in all the rooms and
> create room-sized attics for storing things like toilet paper, ex-
> boyfriends, and dogs?
>
> (well, maybe not the dogs - they'd have difficulty with the requisite
> ladders)
So would the ex-bf, actually...doesn't like heights...The dogs would
manage the ladders if they thought there was food up there, though!
> > There are 20 feet here this weekend, with eight more (two humans and a
> > dog) coming over later. �Of course in metric that's only 8.5 meters,
> > give or take a bit...
>
> that would be for the best view in the city of the washington monument
> during the pyrotechnics, right?
That is correct!
> > (Welcome back & thanks for the pineapple)
>
> i thought it was thanks for all the *fish*...
>
> I'm so confoozed
No, fish is "So long, and thanks for", pineapples are "Welcome back, and
thanks for". I.e., fish are for going and pineapples are for coming.
>In article <jnot451voom0lggd7...@4ax.com>,
> Influtable Donghy <g...@assednacni.gro.ku> wrote:
>
>> Hiya Kevin! Hiya Peanut!
>
>OK, the accent is familiar but the name escapes me...
I'm Gary Kelly, who mostly posts as Hypodeemic Nerdle. Glad you're
posting things again.
--
Grk.
He could just update his wardrobe. You mustn't class on the Metro.
Feh -- I'll see your puny NYC skyline and raise you one @#$%! Mormon
Temple...
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rjwilli/2153701768/in/set-72157601793665677/
oh, well that would explain it - I couldn't tell if I was dealing with
Mrs Malaprop (the very pineapple of perfection) or Douglas Adams
(thanks for all the fish)
but since you're one of the only people I know who has had occasion to
write a note with the words "DON'T PANIC" in large, friendly letters
on the cover, I was tending towards *Hitchhikers Guide*
come to think of it, with all those people chez you and pyrotechnics,
is your apartment being Milliwaves (the restaurant at the end of the
universe) this evening? and did david bring a cow that talks to the
guests to recommend various cuts of meat before the meal?
.
manly i think you ought to know i'm feeling very depressed panda
I think David's fire truck accessories would improve the appearance.
> On Sat, 04 Jul 2009 14:55:03 -0400, Kevin Michael Vail
> <ke...@vaildc.net> wrote:
>
> >In article <jnot451voom0lggd7...@4ax.com>,
> > Influtable Donghy <g...@assednacni.gro.ku> wrote:
> >
> >> Hiya Kevin! Hiya Peanut!
> >
> >OK, the accent is familiar but the name escapes me...
>
> I'm Gary Kelly, who mostly posts as Hypodeemic Nerdle. Glad you're
> posting things again.
Ah, I was on the right track, and probably would have figured it out in
a couple of days of further reading. Thank you!
Well, since David never rides the Metro, it really doesn't matter. (And
if you think people musn't clash on the Metro, you obviously haven't
ridden it much lately!)
> come to think of it, with all those people chez you and pyrotechnics,
> is your apartment being Milliwaves (the restaurant at the end of the
> universe) this evening? and did david bring a cow that talks to the
> guests to recommend various cuts of meat before the meal?
No, but we had the following, almost all made by David: a standard
gruyere/Swiss fondue as an appetizer (because David's bf wanted it),
then we had egg rolls (made by the bf), ham/roast beef sliders, okra
pickles (those were bought), pigs in a blanket made with all-natural hot
dogs, shrimp corn dogs (hey, the deep fryer was out for the egg rolls
anyway), and potato salad. Sangria, green tea ginger ale, and something
the bf brought up in a mason jar (looked/smelled/tasted like peaches and
Everclear, but he says it wasn't) served as beverages, and one guest
brought a blueberry batter cake for dessert and chicken jerky as a treat
for the dogs. A neighbor and cow orker showed up later for the
fireworks and raved about the egg rolls (they were really good). All in
all it was a fun evening, and even the cleanup wasn't too bad (but
mostly because Michael did most of it and David finished it).
> manly i think you ought to know i'm feeling very depressed panda
Brain the size of a planet will do that to you. Can you bring my car
around?
/k
--
Bright eyes/burning like fire, � � � � � | Kevin Michael Vail
Bright eyes/how can you close and fail?� | ke...@vaildc.net
How can the light that shone so brightly | . . . . . . . . . .
Suddenly shine so pale?/Bright eyes� � � |� . . . . . . . . .
woohoo! I must be living right, because they put Kevin Vail back
into my soc.motss. yay!
>So my life changes, in parts, and doesn't change, in parts, leaving it
>feeling totally familiar and totally strange at the same time. But,
>come to think of it, that's pretty much how it's always worked.
Lots of changes, but I get a strong undercurrent of contentment,
which is lovely, and no less than you deserve.
jank+, while you were gone I, uh, experimented with hair colour
--
i'm your daytime waitress
at the taco tiki hut
i'm your daytime waitress
here's your stupid 7-up -- the B-52s
>if you think people musn't clash on the Metro, you obviously haven't
>ridden it much lately!)
And if you think people shouldn't cr... um, no, that's in really poor
taste, isn't it?
--
---Robert Coren (co...@panix.com)------------------------------------
"I read _The Tao of Pooh_, and I couldn't decide whether it was
Taoism or _Winnie-the-Pooh_ that merited further investigation."
--Jeffrey William McKeough
>I.e., fish are for going and pineapples are for coming.
Um. Your kink is OK. I guess.
--
---Robert Coren (co...@panix.com)------------------------------------
"I pride myself on my lack of vanity."
--Lee Rudolph
What, no Carmelite Brie?
--
---Robert Coren (co...@panix.com)------------------------------------
"My fax machine, which was made by the French state, always blames
someone else when things go wrong."
--Adam Gopnik
Yes, I meant to ask you... What in God's name have you done to your
hair?
--
---Robert Coren (co...@panix.com)------------------------------------
"Little baklavas pulsate in the oven. It's scary and somewhat
erotic." --BBC
> Um. Your kink is OK. I guess.
Yo, dude; everybody's kink is okay, to them.
>In article <h2p5of$oss$1...@reader1.panix.com>,
>Mike Jankulak <jank...@panix.com> wrote:
>>Kevin Michael Vail <ke...@vaildc.net> wrote:
>>> [...]
>>
>>woohoo! I must be living right, because they put Kevin Vail back
>>into my soc.motss. yay!
>>
>>>So my life changes, in parts, and doesn't change, in parts, leaving it
>>>feeling totally familiar and totally strange at the same time. But,
>>>come to think of it, that's pretty much how it's always worked.
>>
>>Lots of changes, but I get a strong undercurrent of contentment,
>>which is lovely, and no less than you deserve.
>>
>>jank+, while you were gone I, uh, experimented with hair colour
>
>Yes, I meant to ask you... What in God's name have you done to your
>hair?
Same thing I did to mine, except that I didn't bleach mine first.
Perhaps the effect was too subtle.
> What, no Carmelite Brie?
We finally banished Microsoft Word from the kitchen.
> In article <kevin-DB09A6....@news.eternal-september.org>,
> Kevin Michael Vail <ke...@vaildc.net> wrote:
>
> >if you think people musn't clash on the Metro, you obviously haven't
> >ridden it much lately!)
>
> And if you think people shouldn't cr... um, no, that's in really poor
> taste, isn't it?
Apparently the machines are rising against us:
<http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/07/05/u.s.disney.monorail/index.html>
> jank+, while you were gone I, uh, experimented with hair colour
Um, er, pictures?
David's boyfriend's hair is a very tasteful blue-green. We weren't sure
what to expect...but it makes me wish I could do something like that.
(Well, technically I could, I suppose. But I'm not sure I could carry
it off.)
--
boss, sometimes i think � � � � � |� kevin michael vail
that our friend mehitabel � � � � |� ke...@vaildc.net
is a trifle too gay � � � � � � � |
� � � � -- archy� � � � � � � � � |� wotthehell wotthehell
I haven't ridden the metro since I had dinner with you and Gwengolyn in
2001.
> I haven't ridden the metro since I had dinner with you and Gwengolyn in
> 2001.
Yikes! It's been that long?
Any of a number of shots from the Portland motsscon; but here's a
particularly vivid one:
http://kenru.net/motss/Portland_Motsscon_XXII/images/pict1741.jpg
Check out some others in my .con collection at
http://kenru.net/motss/Portland_Motsscon_XXII/index.html
--Ken Rudolph
Yes, it's been a while. And I still remember the meal; great food and
good company!
It looks like his hair is its own light source in this one.
The only colouring I can do to my hair w/o bleach is darker.
There are some cool blue-blacks that look lovely, and are
just different enough to make people look twice. Anything
else is only highlights, and even then only in direct sun.
ymmv, of course.
I'm realizing that I didn't need a salon to do the colouring,
only the bleaching. That might've shaved an hour off my five
hour visit. But I totally needed them to bleach, because the
time I bleached my own hair (in '03), it looked fabu but I
left it noticeably damaged, dry and brittle. The salon
people had to come at my hair with everything in their arsenal
(with the initial bleaching the older parts turned green,
which they took as a challenge) but it doesn't feel weakened
to me at all.
jank+
>Jack Hamilton <j...@acm.org> wrote:
>>co...@panix.com (Robert S. Coren) wrote:
>>>Yes, I meant to ask you... What in God's name have you done to your
>>>hair?
>>
>>Same thing I did to mine, except that I didn't bleach mine first.
>>Perhaps the effect was too subtle.
>
>The only colouring I can do to my hair w/o bleach is darker.
I like my hair darker. The problem is, of course, that there's an
inherent contradiction between colored hair and darkened hair. Only
some hair in the front, where it's turning grey, comes out as really
red, and that only after a week or so. I had had it done the day
before I went up to Portland, so it didn't show well. Maybe I'll do a
brighter color next time - I don't have it colored every time.
>There are some cool blue-blacks that look lovely, and are
>just different enough to make people look twice. Anything
>else is only highlights, and even then only in direct sun.
I've done a purple that I like. I'm afraid a solid blue would make
the overall effect a bit too dark, but it's worth trying.
You can see my hair color a bit better at
http://kenru.net/motss/Portland_Motsscon_XXII/images/pict1576.jpg
As I said, perhaps too subtle.
Ken Rudolph:
> > Any of a number of shots from the Portland motsscon; but here's a
> > particularly vivid one:
> >http://kenru.net/motss/Portland_Motsscon_XXII/images/pict1741.jpg
Frank McQuarry:
> It looks like his hair is its own light source in this one.
No kidding -- the rest of us were stumbling around monochromatically
in its radiant presence!
> Kevin Michael Vail wrote:
> > In article <h2p5of$oss$1...@reader1.panix.com>,
> > jank...@panix.com (Mike Jankulak) wrote:
> >
> >> jank+, while you were gone I, uh, experimented with hair colour
> >
> > Um, er, pictures?
>
> Any of a number of shots from the Portland motsscon; but here's a
> particularly vivid one:
> http://kenru.net/motss/Portland_Motsscon_XXII/images/pict1741.jpg
Oh, I was worried from the comments that something *extreme* had been
done to it. (I don't know what was going on in that picture, other than
the neon hair, but it looks like y'all were at a wake or something!)
> Check out some others in my .con collection at
> http://kenru.net/motss/Portland_Motsscon_XXII/index.html
Which I will do, thanks!
> David's boyfriend's hair is a very tasteful blue-green. We
> weren't sure what to expect...but it makes me wish I could do
> something like that. (Well, technically I could, I suppose. But
> I'm not sure I could carry it off.)
You weren't around when I went blond for a year, I think.
Afterwards, all my friends admitted they'd thought it was a huge
mistake, but didn't want to tell me.
My response to that was "what use are friends who don't tell you
when you made a hideous hair mistake?"
--
David W. Fenton http://www.dfenton.com/
usenet at dfenton dot com http://www.dfenton.com/DFA/
iirc, that was Ken's last picture before he left. Naturally
we looked sad.
The Aberlaks straggled unusually long this year (red-eye out
of PDX Monday night, they gave us seats together with MeanMary
without any of us having to ask, how did they know?), so we
got to see the group grow smaller and quieter as people slowly
drifted back to their own lives. Kathryn in was particularly
dismayed by each subsequent leavetaking, I think we'd forgotten
to tell her the hoardes of motssdom were only temporary.
I remember having the same fear when Mike first announced (here or
elsewhere) that he had done something unspecified to his hair.
>(I don't know what was going on in that picture, other than
>the neon hair, but it looks like y'all were at a wake or something!)
Not *at* a wake, but perhaps not altogether *a*wake, either.
--
---Robert Coren (co...@panix.com)------------------------------------
"Remember, the receiving person always backs up."
--Contra-dance caller, explaining a move to a roomful of queerfolk
as opposed to the red-hair?
I've only coloured my hair once - for pride 1990 I went neon pink -
but there isn't enough of it to be chromatically adventurous any more
manly black&white m'self panda
I wonder how he douses his hair at night.
Years ago when I dyed my hair black, all my friends told me how horrible
it looked, and kept telling me for months afterward.
This product is supposed to glow under black lighting, too. I
have no idea if it does, it's been years since I've found myself
in an environment that features black lighting.
Anyhow, my hair shines at night to guide others along their
journeys. Recently a group of us were meeting for dinner on
Lincoln Road in Miami Beach. K, Sim's supervisee, was running
late and the rest of us grabbed a table in our chosen restaurant.
When K arrived she said she hadn't been 100% where to find us
until she passed by outside and caught a glimpse of my hair
through the window. Then she knew she was in the right place.
I provide a public service, I tell you.
jank+
See? Those are real friends!
Me, I have David, would certainly let me know if I made a hideous hair
mistake, probably the same way he let me know he didn't like it when I
got my ear pierced: "Well, as long as *you* like it..."
> The Aberlaks straggled unusually long this year (red-eye out
> of PDX Monday night, they gave us seats together with MeanMary
> without any of us having to ask, how did they know?), so we
> got to see the group grow smaller and quieter as people slowly
> drifted back to their own lives. Kathryn in was particularly
> dismayed by each subsequent leavetaking, I think we'd forgotten
> to tell her the hoardes of motssdom were only temporary.
You'll be back! I put something in the water.
*that's* why I keep making plans to return, when I didn't intend to...
You had true friends.
The bastards.