The Short Version
I went to the Reunion with a headful of Zach.
I came back with a heartful of fac. Howbout them apples?
facter (lowercase on purpose) has eyes of ice and
sky, and orange-pink hair (for now) and a grin that can get him away with
murder. His manner of speaking is in my head, and now the words don't
come. I'm profoundly affected.
I have journal entries that I wrote on paper, but
they don't cover everything. Hell they barely cover the beginnings,
but I'll transcribe them when I can, or just scan them in and make you
suffer my handwriting.
The highlights:
--My luggage vanished on the trip down to Baltimore from here.
All my good clothes are gone.
--The flight over was bumpy.
--At first I had a hard time meeting up with the group.
--Everyone was incredibly amazing.
--I did get quite drunk, on a few occasions.
--I didn't gamble or take in a show.
--My powers of voodoo do help when another is playing blackjack.
--I met the most amazing person; well I mentioned that already, didn't
I?
--We had to say goodbye twice, because I idiotically got the departure
time wrong by twelve hours.
--There were instances of brief nudity at the parties.
--There were instances of extreme generosity.
--People cried, for all the best reasons.
--Rumors flew, and will continue to.
--We are going to do it again, for sure. I hear that Niagra Falls
and Australia are distinct possibilities.
--I got jet lagged, hung over, and sleep deprived.
It was wonderful.
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If you are sick of hearing about soda and the soda business,
I suggest you ignore the sidebar.
We did find Jones Soda in Vegas, as I expected, but only
four flavors in the one store we tried, and only in plastic. I like
it a lot better in glass, but still it's a remarkable soda. For those
of you familiar with the colors and flavors, fac has eyes of Blue Bubblegum
and hair of Fufu Berry. No kidding. We held the bottle up to
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