*721 - walaharry

Hanging out with the boys on Fridays has been oddly pleasant. The type of pleasant that tugs gently at my memories of Back In Those Days When We Were Clothed In White (And Green For Me). The type of oddly that comes from the expectation of things being unpleasantly awkward because the circumstances have changed, heh, but there is not a touch of awkwardness in reality--at least, I am oblivious to it if it exists.