Beef and Brocolli and Brewers Art

It's past my bedtime again, so I'll make this quick. A lovely young lady called me today and convinced me within the span of ten minutes to purchase a plane ticket to come see her on June 20th. Pretty impressive considering her first attempt took almost two days of coaxing to get me on a plane to come meet her for the second time ever. Of course, that (fortunate) December ticket was also my first solo plane trip ever.

I can only imagine if I had never boarded that plane. Life would be considerably different for quite a few people today. Better? Worse? Who am I to say. All I can say is hopefully I would never know what I was missing, because what I have today is wonderful beyond words.

Even if she does mock me for my lack of irresponsibility sometimes. Now there's a thought that's well fortified with irony and other essential saturnines.

Spent tonight at beer with two of my favorite people: Steve Killen and DCLynn (who bought me not one but two pale ales tonight because she rocks), and later Tim Craig and Janet Lee. It was great to have another hour and a half to brag about Suz and Alexis and watch Lynn's eyes light up with my favorite points of the story. Then Lynn made me smile when she related a conversation that she had with Suz at PDF. I'm sure someone knows the one I mean.

It's really great to be going back to UMBC. My summer Statistics 351 course is being taught by Jacki's dance partner in the UMBC Ballroom Dancing Club, Anna Osmoukhina who re-introduced herself to me during the class-break today. My first quiz is tomorrow which I think will pretty much determine my final grade in the class. Just a hunch.

The nice thing about being back in Catonsville every night is the fact that it puts me right next to a chinese restaurant in the Maiden Choice Shopping Center with $5 dinners on my way to or from class. Not only is it nice to be eating regularly again, but it leads to such wonderful combinations as sitting in Brewers Art on a Tuesday night at 20:15 (18 minutes from campus) with a house pale ale and a carton of beef and brocolli, regaling my audience with takes of my faraway love, but really just wishing she were sitting right next to me instead.

Yeah, I'm smitten. Deal with it. :-)

I'm also apparently supposed to write something about the Baltimore Blogger's gathering at Dean McKenzie and Amy McKenzie's house in Violetville, but it's already 23:36, so here's the gist: it was fun, there were lots of computer people like Anne, jf, Tronster and one gal who thinks computer people actually speak a non-English language. But I think she lives there, so that's okay. Anyhow, I'll get to it tomorrow.

G'night all.

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