the universal hat

Thursday night, nothin' goin'. Sadie called.

"We're at Audra's. Bring wine and Fred." (click)

Grabbing coat, Fred, sweater for Fred, keys and phone I can't remember what time the market down the street closes. It's 9:30 now.

Call Sadie back.

"What ti. . ."

"10:00."

Ten words have never made me feel so wonderfully known and loved.

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When I've got time motivation, I'll recount the rest of the evening which involved organic sangria, grecco-canine roman "wrestling," (Fred so hearts Satchel), wine as a paint medium, Russian mail-order brides and the Universal Hat. Among other things.

Happy New Year!