I’m going to Virginia next Monday. I haven’t been there in a year and a half. Thinking I would see some people while I’m in town, I sat down and thought of everyone I still know there and could come up with only two or three names. That’s kind of sad.
Though hey, maybe it being a solo thing is fine. In fact I’m sure it will be.
My friend Genevieve said she wanted to see me, and I told her to brace herself. “I’m fifty pounds overweight now,” I said, “and I have a face tattoo that says ‘PUDDING KING’.”
She will discover that I am kidding when I show up at her house, I guess!