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The perfect man

February 29th, 2008

I don’t remember if I actually blogged about this when it happened.

Maybe two years ago I was idly conversing with Girl when we started talking about our Lists.  All the qualities that we *insist* upon in terms of finding a man.  Some of our criteria was the same (has to have a real job, has to have his own place to live), but most of it was personal.  After she left from that short visit, I kept thinking about My List and developing it further until I had a comprehensive list of all the things that I NEED from a partner.

Many of the things that went on my List were things that I had learned from previous relationships, the rest were things that I had never really had, but I wonder if the addition of them would have made a difference.  To be entirely honest, I think that some of the List items were partially inspired by people I previously had crushes on, embodying those qualities that drew me to them, but in just about every case, something else on the list would rule out those guys and I could quietly start the process of uncrushing.

I finally wound up with some 15ish qualities that I was looking for.  I prioritized the list and put it away somewhere (heh, somewhere safe and promptly lost it), feeling fairly certain that I would never find any one person who actually met every single thing on the list.

And then I did.  Find him, that is.  And even before I realized that he matched ~*every single listed quality*~, I was immediately drawn to him.  We just click, you know?  And we hang out a little and talk when we can and we BOTH enjoy the interaction.

Then it hit me.  Every.  Single.  Item.  THIS, I realized, was the guy that I had dreamed up when I wrote that list.  This was the person who could meet all those specific criteria that I could actually define as needs more than wants and, not only that, but there are all these other qualities that I never would have put on a list, but, wow, they sure would be nice to have.

And he’s unavailable to me.  For reasons that are distinct enough that I won’t mention them publicly; for all intents and purposes, he is simply not available.

So I am trying to not play the "what if" games, and I am trying not to look for any hint of reciprocity and I am trying to just let it go.  I am trying to be amused at the existence of someone I didn’t believe existed and to not be frustrated that, having found out about his existence, he still doesn’t actually exist *for me*.  The problem is having made this connection with a List that was created several years ago on a whim, but accurately and thoroughly.

But who knows?  Maybe the simple fact that a person who embodies all the qualities that I wished for is enough to lead me to believe that there’s another one out there.  All I have to do now is convince myself of it.

How you should spend your money…

February 28th, 2008

That’s what they want to tell me.  With my pretty good tax return coming soon, I’ve already planned how I’m going to spend the money.

First, I want to get an HDTV.  My current TV is starting to do weird things and I don’t think it’s actually digital, also, we watch a LOT of movies, so the higher quality (and larger screen) will be a very nice thing to have.  I think I’m also going to need to get an entertainment center that will hold it.

Second, I *need* a new computer.  Mine has crapped out on so many levels, it’s not even worth fixing, even if the possibility exists.

Third, I promised Spawn that I would replace his recliner, since his old one broke…  maybe I’ll get two, so that I can keep one when he moves out in some 4 years - heh.

There are a couple of other things that are on the list, but they’re not major enough purchases to mention…  also, the three above-listed things will probably take up much of what money I’ll have available to spend.

I think these are good things to buy.  I have valid reasons to buy them and they will contribute to my household, but other people want other plans for my money.

"Forget the tv, you should get a car."
Okay, first off, I am a comparison shopper, and quite skilled at it.  I *know* that I can get the TV for well under $1000, I’m intending to get it for somewhere between $500-700.  This is not enough to buy a decent car.  Also, "Hi, have we met?"  I was *just* writing about how EASY it is to be green, and not just easy, how it’s also significantly CHEAPER to be green.  Buying a car would increase my travel costs by well more than the total amount of tax return that I’ll be getting, and it would stress me out and, honestly, I wouldn’t even wind up with that much more time on my hands.  In fact, I’d probably have less due to unnecessary errands, etc
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"Forget all that stuff, you should get cable."
I fail to see how a monthly recurring cost for something that I DO NOT WANT makes more sense than a one-time purchase.  Also, I was talking to Spawn about this stuff and he agrees with me that we’re not getting cable until we can get an a la carte option.  There are between 10-20 channels that we feel are actually WORTH watching, and having cable would suck all our (rather limited) free time away in a non-productive manner.

Bottom line?  It’s MY money and I’m going to spend it however I want.  Hopefully this weekend. 

So nyah!  :-P

Why I am fabulous (today)

February 26th, 2008

A conversation:
Me: "I am awesome"
Him: "blah blah blah" (conversation)
Me:  "I am just totally awesome."
Him: "blah blah blah" (conversation)
Me: "Aren’t you even going to ask me why I’m awesome?"
Him: "I don’t have to ask, you’re always awesome, it’s obvious."
Me: "…  Well, yeah.  Huh.  Okay."

Ok, so check this out… 

Last night, on Digg, the developers hosted a townhall meeting (which I missed, but I had the #1 top rated question), and I got a shout-out.  Go me!

And then, today during one of my (2.5 hour block of) meetings, we were looking over metrics and some of the problems that we encounter with our work orders and I got a shout out (again!) that the training/process document that I created (on my own initiative, seeing an unfilled need for it) is so comprehensive that, if people actually read it, it will help us to avoid delays on work orders and prevent things from being sent back to be redone or completed.

So Totally Awesome.

I am the man.  Or, you know, I would be, if I weren’t a woman…

High Weirdness

February 26th, 2008

So…

My mom used to live in this mansion in the ghetto.  From before she moved in and while she lived there, it was always set up as a communal household.  I don’t know the full history, but originally it was something like a boarding house for mariners when they came to port.

Big old house, some 13/14 rooms with 3.5 bathrooms (one was closed up, though), rich with history, possibly haunted, roomy and always filled with activity, but…  It was also filled with mold, and kind of falling apart, and the owner or maybe the company that rented it wouldn’t make the necessary improvements.  After living there for some 10 years, mom and company all moved out.

Why am I telling you this?  Heh.

Well, apparently one of my mother’s former housemates knows a contractor who has been doing work on that house since they moved out.  (It was really so unbelievably bad that there was no possible way they could get away with renting it without serious renovations).  He was told that, despite the mold, etc, there had been a cult living (squatting?) in that house for some time.

From here, I started getting the story from various people, but it turns out that it was a schizm of the Church of the Subgenius (aka Church of Bob).  Now I had never heard of the "Church of Bob", but when my mom went online and started looking for information, she found their real name, Church of the Subgenius, which, pretty much, anyone who’s been as much involved on the internet as I am, has heard this name, even if they don’t know exactly what it means.  The Wikiality entry (Stephen Colbert’s truthiness wiki) actually puts it in much friendlier, pop-culture terms and lists it as "one of the four great centers of the internet".

But I had no idea that little pockets of actual cultists existed, let alone in my area, let alone living in my mom’s old commune house (although it’s pretty fitting, no?).  My insatiable curiosity and ultimate goal in life to Know All Things has led me to do some research and, I have to say, silly though it may be, I like what these people are preaching, especially about "legal Conspiracy marriages", which pretty much sums up how I already feel about that particular topic.

My family agreed that my father should have been a member of this church, but in all honesty, the more I read about it, the more I realize that all of the irreverent, random, insane, slackers that I know (and, per the "threat to normalcy" post, I know a LOT of them) pretty much ARE, whether they realize it or not.  Not an actual cultist, per se (I, for one, tend to not affiliate and don’t actually *worship* at all.  It’s just not in me), but a part of the underlying spirit of the whole thing.  Not on purpose, not in any kind of organized fashion, simply in ways that are compatible without needing to be defined, labeled and belonging.

So I find it fitting (weird, but fitting) that of all the cultists in the world, these are the ones that found the old Mariner’s house and decided to set up camp there, at least for a little while.  It seems like the sort of thing that continues the spirit of what that house has been for a long time.

Training children (or attempting to)

February 25th, 2008

One of the blogs I read is fairly controversial within the blogosphere.  Violent Acres is a brazen, venomous writer with strong opinions on pretty much everything.  Lately she’s been writing a series about training children to adapt to social cues and how to "properly" punish/reward children for their behavior.

The thing about V is that she is not only opinionated and not only about things with which she has no direct experience (how many parents out there are angered by non-parents telling them how to raise THEIR kids?), but that she is often tactless and comes off as malicious in her wordings.  All that said (as a caveat, since I’m linking people over there), she makes valid points if you can get past the vitriol.

(Please don’t think that I’m being insulting here.  I like to think that someone like V would actually appreciate my honest assessment as I go on to partially validate the things she says, if not the way she says them.  Anyway, if I didn’t like what she had to say, I wouldn’t keep her in my blogroll.)

The biggest problem is that the world is not black and white and people (of any ilk) are not so easily generalized.  I never had a problem with Spawn when I would take him out, whether to restaurants or to someone’s house, at least not when he was little.  When he was older, the times I would have difficulty would be when he decided (for example, halfway through a baseball game) that he didn’t actually want to be there after all.  In this particular example, V’s suggestion fails.  "Remove him from the place where he is misbehaving" simply doesn’t work because that’s what he wants, and his methods are inappropriate.  Further, that particular situation was not a special treat for him, but a birthday gift to someone else.  Getting up and leaving would have been punishing the two adults and rewarding a petulant child (not that staying and putting up with his bullshit wasn’t also punishment for us…).  Other methods were required.

Don’t get me wrong, I like the idea of removing the problem object, when appropriate.  When I couldn’t get Spawn to clean up his Legos, I told him that every time I stepped on a Lego, I was throwing it away.  Not all of them, just the one I stepped on, regardless of whether or not it was cool or special or important.  I think that it was less than 20 individual Legos that got thrown away before he got the message and the Legos were not only put away, but hunted down, every time he was finished.  In that instance, her advice worked (except that, you know, this was YEARS before I had ever heard of Violent Acres and no one suggested this to me, it was just the only answer I could come up with.  "Her advice"…  semantics.  Heh).

But in most situations, it didn’t.  Not for me and Spawn.  You see, he’s an extremely contrary person and most punishments simply don’t work on him.  After the baseball game, he was grounded quite extremely for a month (but call it 2 weeks, since he’s only with me 50% of the time and I don’t impose punishments on him outside of my home…  my house, my rules; dad’s house, dad’s rules).  That worked, but grounding is not always an appropriate punishment and I do believe in letting the punishment fit the crime.  (If you’re going to misbehave when we go out and do cool things, then you don’t get to go out and do cool things for XX period of time).

For two years, it was chores.  He wouldn’t do them.  He simply wouldn’t do them.  It resulted in a whole lot of yelling and sniping between the two of us.  Again, he doesn’t live with me full time, so I don’t expect him to do an equal share of work, but at 12, 13, 14 years old, he should be doing SOME share of the work.  At all.

So what do you do in this situation?  I assume that V’s suggestion would be to take away his video games, television privileges, computer, Legos, books, etc until he’s finally at the point of having nothing BUT chores to do.  Thing is, this kid isn’t going to give in to that.  He will draw.  If I remove all paper and writing instruments from the house, he will daydream.  ANYTHING but to "work", even for one job or 15 minutes or anything. 

I’m not sure where the turning point came in, but eventually he got tired of the fighting and gave in to participating in the household, but it was always me having to tell him, not only what needed to be done, but HOW.  This is a slick kid here, he KNEW that it was more work for me to walk him through each damned job than it would be to just do it myself, but I stood my ground, but it turned the situation to fighting about his complete dependence on having to be told.  The eventual (and current) solution became "One Productive Thing Every Day", and if he hasn’t at least chosen it by the time I get home from work (though preferably completed it), then I pick and he can’t say no.

But I digress.  A child like Spawn who, not only has a problem with authority in general, but also is canny enough to (attempt to) manipulate people into not punishing him because it is HARD work (making him be punished), requires creative solutions and reasonable compromise.  He always has.  His sense of justice is sharp and if you’re being unfair then he will not only tell you, but will give you a valid argument that supports his point.  I can appreciate that and am quite fair in my discipline.

Buying into ANYONE’s concept that there are a set number of methods for effective discipline/punishment/parenting is foolish.  There is always going to be a child, or a situation, that doesn’t fit the mold and requires stepping outside of whatever familiar territory you’ve staked out.  Creativity in child rearing is vastly underrated and under reported.  The more able you are to come up with unusual solutions to difficult problems, the more likely you are to (eventually) find one that works.

Most children have a sharp sense of justice, especially the younger they are.  For as often as children cry "That’s not fair!", if you ask them to explain WHY it’s not fair, then they’ll often either give you a valid reason or accept the justice in the situation.  You just better have a damn good counter-argument and be sure in your assessment of fair.

After the baseball game, when I just completely lost it (seething in a car during a three-hour drive with a friend will give you plenty of time to not only get more angry, but to word your argument fully), I ranted at Spawn for about an hour and let him know *exactly* why I was angry.  When I was done, I gave him the opportunity to say ~*WHATEVER*~ he wanted to me.  He could curse at me, call me names, say the nastiest thing that he could think of.  I even explained that I was so angry at him, there was absolutely nothing that he could say to me to make me more angry or to cause me to worsen his punishment.

He declined. 

I asked him if he felt I was being unfair and if he had an alternate punishment to propose.

He didn’t.

The reality of what he had done struck him.  He saw the fairness in his punishment, the fairness of having to bear some type of responsibility for his actions and felt awful, not about losing privileges, but about having lost some of the respect that two adults he cared for had ALWAYS afforded him.

Later that night he came and told me "Mama, I know you don’t want to hear me say I’m sorry, but I just wanted you to know, I really appreciate you as a mom.  I don’t know another parent who would let their kid say whatever they wanted because they couldn’t get in any more trouble.  That’s cool, even if I didn’t have anything to say.  I’m not trying to talk you out of my punishment because I do deserve it, and I do think it’s really fair.  I won’t do it again." (This was at 9 years old!)  And the punishment stuck, and he hasn’t done it again, although he has much more carefully weighed his choices and is much better about saying no to things he doesn’t think he’ll enjoy.

Regarding threats:

V makes the point that threats are useless when they are not followed through.  This is mostly accurate, but I have found that the most effective threats are the ones that are, if not impossible, highly unlikely.  "If you don’t stop running and screaming in the house, I will duct tape your mouth shut and string you up by your toes!"  "Hurry up and get dressed for school before I flag down a wandering band of gypsies to take you off with them."

This is not the same as using scare tactics about the Scissor Man who cuts off the thumbs of children who suck them or monsters under the bed to keep kids from climbing out of bed in the middle of the night.  These are silly threats and often make kids giggle, but it also spurs them into action.  The time that it takes to come up with something silly gives you, as the authority figure, a chance to calm down and to lighten up, but it also lets the kids know that 1) you’re not angry - yet, but you’re starting to get there and 2) you’re thinking creatively, probably about a real punishment and nobody wants that.

Similar to the way that tickling causes us to laugh because we are instinctually threatened by a non-threatening figure, making ludicrous threats make us laugh, but we’re still instinctually aware that a real threat could follow closely if the "warning" isn’t heeded.

Also on the threats note, the NEXT most-effective threat is no threat at all.  It’s that moment of resigned "…I just don’t know what will happen" when you honestly have no concept of an appropriate punishment/deterrent.  That is, sometimes, even more frightening than a silly threat because you’re clearly serious about there being some kind of repercussion and you’re actively thinking of something that is not only going to be appropriate to the behavior, but also one that will actually WORK.

These two "threat levels" are almost polar opposites.  The first comes when you don’t want things to escalate and works to prevent that escalation.  The second comes when things have already gone Too Damn Far and the situation needs to Just End, Already.  Most people spend their time in the in-between place where things are starting to get out of control and *that place* is where the threats simply do not work without the follow-through.

All in all:

The bottom line is that no form or format of punishment is going to work for everyone, or for every child.  Chances are, if you have more than one kid, what works with one isn’t going to work with another.  Despite some similarities, children are not dogs and cannot be "trained" to obey commands and to follow your will.  Anyone looking for that formulaic solution and attempting to gain complete obedience from their children is going to wind up with kids that other people probably don’t like very much.  Encouraging your child’s personality and learning to adapt, yourself, is a key that many parents (and especially non-parents) fail to consider.

Far be it for me to offer parenting advice unsolicited, though.  I’m no great shakes as a mom and I’ve learned, like so many others, by trial and error.  At this point, Spawn and I have found reasonable ways to co-exist as parent and child, but in such a way that we both really enjoy and appreciate each other’s company.  That’s all I could possibly ask for, honestly, and all that I would reasonably wish on other parents. 

~*May you raise your child to become someone who’s company you enjoy.*~

“I blame the groundhog…”

February 22nd, 2008

I’m really done with winter.  My hair is done with winter, my body is done with winter, my spirit is DONE with winter.  Unfortunately, winter is still not done with me.

So last night, as we were listening to the weather forecast (for more damned snow), I mentioned to Spawn (tongue-in-cheek) that I blame the groundhog.  He looked at me like I had grown a second head.  Apparently, we had ALL been remiss in his education of US Legends and he had NO IDEA what Groundhog Day actually was.  (He has some fault in this as well for never having asked about it.)

So I explained the lore, and he thought I was loony for sharing this information with him.  Let me just say that explaining Groundhog Day to a 14 year old really makes you realize just how ridiculous a tradition this whole thing is.  His immediate question was "All the groundhogs in the world?  Or just a specific one?"  This, of course, led me to explain about the handful of "famous" groundhogs and the only actual name I know which, of course, is Punxsutawny Phil.  He nearly fell off his chair laughing at me as I stammered through the explanation that there is ACTUALLY a town called Punxsutawny, PA.  I can’t even imagine what would have happened had I been fully up on the lore and told him that Phil emerges from a place called Gobbler’s Knob

Frankly, it was a rather humiliating experience for me.  Has I been making it up, I wouldn’t have minded nearly so much, but to give my kid factual information on some US lore and be mocked for it  was not really something I particularly wanted to deal with.

So for all you parents out there who have failed to explain Groundhog Day to your children, I implore you, save yourself some embarrassment and tell them while they’re young.  And maybe don’t tell them about the name of the place from which Phil emerges…  ever…  especially if they’re boys.

They say, if you want something to get done, you should give it to a very busy person.

February 21st, 2008

…and They’re not wrong.

Think about it, think about the busiest people you know. Now think about the most productive people you know. Are they not one and the same?

The reason is that people who are already busy will get things done in order to move on to the next thing. The busier you are, the more Next Things there are to do and the better you get at prioritization.

Social butterflying carries a measure of this. Even if you’re ridiculously busy, you can ALWAYS find time for One More Thing, as long as it’s something you need or want to do. It also allows you the incentive to cut out the not-so-enticing people or events from your social calendar. “I don’t have time,” when true, is a perfectly legitimate excuse.

I find that nearly all of my girlfriends are insanely busy women. It takes some doing, sometimes active scheduling, to find time even for a phone call, but it’s worth it and we never lack for conversation. I find that I don’t have a lot of patience for hearing the same stories over and over again.

Trouble is that when I meet people that I would like to develop a relationship with, they are as busy as I, often not on compatible days. However, as busy as we are, we can generally find a way to make the time, even if it takes some weeks to schedule the plans.

That’s what busy people do.

A threat to normalcy

February 20th, 2008

I was talking with a friend when this phrase came out, and I like it, I think it’s appropriate.

The people I relate to tend to be weird.  The people I am related to tend to be weird.  Probably the second statement creates the first, but the reality of it is that my friends are weird and in very different ways.  When I look at the friends of mine who are considered by the society gauge of normalcy to be the "most normal", they are sometimes insulted by the claim and then they realize that I am one of their "more normal" friends and we all get a little freaked out.

But in the course of a conversation, it occurred to me that it’s not that my friends are weird or abnormal, but that many of them are a threat to what many perceive as normalcy.  The women, for example, are not really stereotypical at all.  Sure, we all have our one or two stereotypical things, but we have hobbies that are dominated by boys, we are strong-willed and independent, we don’t buy into the media-manipulated ideals of what women are supposed to be. 

Men and women, we’re mostly outside of the mainstream.  On the whole, my friends READ more than the average American, they tend to be cutting-edge about technologies, they tend to say what they think and not even realize that it’s an unpopular statement to make until much later.

We fill niche roles and tend to not affiliate.  We are loyal to those we consider friends, but we don’t (generally) take shit from them because, really, what is a friend if they can’t tell you when you’re being a complete idiot?  Rarely does anyone I consider a friend assume that their ideals (no matter how strong) are the only correct ones.  I can’t think of a situation where a real friend of mine and I couldn’t continue our friendship because we didn’t see eye-to-eye on an issue.  Most of my friends don’t have the same socio-political outlook as I have, but none of them belittle me (truly belittle, not counting teasing) for what *I* believe.

For all of this, my friends are "weird".  (Okay, okay, for more than just what I wrote, but still…) 

But when I look at my parents’ friends, all of whom are weird in their own ways, they embody a lot of those qualities, too.  There’s no common thread among them on the surface, but underneath is this tolerance that is true tolerance and not just tolerance via liberal guilt.  It’s almost a lack of judgment (although aren’t we all, as humans judgmental?), except that we DO judge those people, but we judge them for their actions and not their being, not what they show externally, not even what they believe,  but the actions that we see from them.

These people tend to be hard to find, and when I do, I hold onto them tight.  Once I love someone, I love them forever, even if we go our separate ways.  But I never lose the things they give me, a new perspective, a different direction from which to come at a problem, a much-needed boost of ego or confidence, whatever it is. 

Whatever it is, that common thread, that thing that makes us "weird", it is a threat to normalcy for many people.  I think that, probably, the world would be a better place if we were judged on our actions instead of our exterior, if opinions were more commonly known to not be facts, if tolerance actually meant the word as defined instead of a lack of dissent.  If this is the threat to normalcy, then I firmly believe that normal is overrated.  I’m happy enough being weird.

Mission Shopping

February 19th, 2008

Everyone knows what this is, even if they call it by some other name.  It’s when you go to the store (or mall, *shudder*) with a specific item in mind.  It’s all about finding the perfect jeans or a gift for someone or a cute little top to match the shoes you bought on a whim, and people hate to do it with me.

So many times I’ve enlisted the help of someone to go mission shopping, only to have the trip end with a disgusted "I am NEVER going shopping with you again!" cry.  It all comes down to, if I’m going to spend that much money on [whatever], then it’s going to be something that I unequivocally LIKE.

This time around, my mission was relatively simple.  An outfit to wear to two upcoming weddings (March 15 and May 9) and a pair of waterproof boots on clearance.  The boots were easy, and they are not only waterproof, but very cute and comfortable.  We will talk no more of the boots today.

So we started our mission at Lane Bryant, where my companion (who, due to the nature of her shopping shall remain nameless for this post) needed to purchase a strapless bra for the quite well-endowed lady.  While she worked with the saleslady, I wandered about looking for a nice skirt to start the building of my wedding outfit.  I found something beautiful.  Long, flowing, colors that work with my skin tone, but not colors I generally wear, but they don’t have my size.  Everything in stock starts at 2 sizes above what I need.  Ok, no worries, we can order the right size from another store, or from their online stock.  Fantastic.  I try on the skirt to check the cut (over my jeans and it’s still WAY too big) and to match a top.  It works.  Great, let’s buy it.

Except that it doesn’t exist online.  And none of the other stores carry it.  So that’s a good half-hour wasted, and nothing else in stock really works for my need.

Ok, buy boots, done.  Try Sears, who is having a clearance sale.

Two 3-piece outfits we found.  One with a GORGEOUS green and blue patterned skirt, but a white top and a navy vest which, to me, looks rather nautical.  Also?  I’m not so much of a vest kind of person, but I do like the skirt.  Second outfit has a grey/purple tartan skirt with a plum blazer.  I am already pretty sure that it’s not going to fit (because of the cut), but my companion convinces me to try it on anyway.

Outfit #1 fits, looks ok, still nautical.  Outfit #2, the blazer fits me perfectly (which is unheard of, I have a ridiculous time finding tailored jackets to fit), but the skirt won’t even really go on.  *sigh*  Such is clearance that there aren’t any other sizes in stock.  Outfit #1 it is.  Price tag says $32.99 and that’s still WELL under what I was expecting to spend (I was figuring all told it would be around $80), but wait, it’s CLEARANCE!  The outfit cost me under $25.  SCORE!  Still not entirely happy with it, but I still have time to find something else if I look hard enough and, at that price, I’m really not going to complain too loudly.

I still have to buy shoes, but I can do that by myself, and once my tax return comes, I’m going to try again to see if I can find something a little more…  a little less nautical.

Vacation in a nutshell

February 12th, 2008

So I got to the bar and had only missed the very beginning of the Cav and Kav show.  I got a shout out from Dick as I walked in and went to greet my crew chief, FolkFrog, who I was staying with that night, and meet her brother, a talent agent.  As I was making myself comfortable, a old friend of the family who I haven’t seen in ages started throwing sesame seeds at me from across the room.  I went to catch up with her.

To be honest, I don’t think I heard ANY of the show because I was just so busy saying hello and being social.  Oh well, at least I already knew the songs they were playing.  There were so many people I wanted to catch up with, I had a hard time finding time to talk to everyone.  My ex’s Best Man was there, and not only have I known this guy since I was about 15 or so, I hadn’t seen him in probably 5+ years.  I know I hadn’t met his girlfriend before.  That was a blast, catching up with him.  I should see him at Dragonmaker’s wedding in May and I’m looking forward to that.  He also lives in NYC, probably not too far from a bar I’ve been meaning to visit, so maybe that’ll be a trip in the nearish future.

Anyway…  we left the bar and FolkFrog’s brother asked if we were interested in taking a bit of a walking tour, which of course we were.  He’s been living in Manhattan for quite some time and wanted to show us cool things that aren’t quite as touristy as the things people usually see and do.
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