OK kids, it's party time. March 13th is the 4th anniversary of, yes, the BIG D! Doodles, rum and coke (diet for those that must),top shelf imported gin, Holy Grail Ale and copious amounts of expensive Chardonnay will be served up, and anything else that's had a top opened or should have a top opened (although I did start a little early this evening with a nice group of lady friends and a couple of bottles of red : '04 Capitel De' Roari Amorone in anticipation of same). Because in addition to the above mentioned fourth anniversary: As the stars would have it aligned today, I was off schedule and not on my usual way when low and behold, the x wandered across my path within a few hundred feet. In her own oblivious world she did not take note of my near presense. (Thank the stars etc.) Executive summary - she looked like cr@p (my most objective summation, leaving out details such as the only thing missing from the picture was her pushing a beat up used shopping cart with miscelaneous unrecognizable objects in it if u know what I mean). She didn't look so good four years ago, when it had been a year since her departure from the house, and now it's five and she looks much worse. The years have not been kind to her. I didn't feel any anger, despite all the garbage thrown at me and about me over the years, just a bit of sadness (but not all that much if you know what I mean in sincerity) viewing what was left of the person that was so important in my life at one time. Guess she forgot to keep the shiney side up and rubber side down. What a world of difference between a MLCer five years into it and a LBS survivor, your author. Anybody else get that perspective? Party bar opens in 55 minutes, will be open 24 on the 13th (oh, except when I've got to go to work)
