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Saturday, December 27, 2008
Gift of the Bullpen
The best gift of all was seeing my friends. An odd thing occurred that made me feel completely contented – far more maybe than the Bright Goodson day even. I stood in that building a few stores down from where my great grandfather’s cleaver hammered down in the Finley’ Meat Market looking around and I smelled dip of all things. Somebody was dipping and nothing bad ever happens when any of my friends could chill out and dip, which was gross, but I loved that smell. Nobody dips anymore. So that smell was comforting and then Jeff, Lance and Jamey walked in and Jamey looked exactly the same and there is something to be said for one thing that is constant. My husband rocked the hat all night long and I was never more in love with him. I rediscovered just exactly how incredibly smart and funny Eric is. Jon Bennett and Autumn came from Gaffney and though they missed Aaron because he was late they had a good time. For a while though Autumn wanted to know if she should tell Jamey that she was Jon’s date. [He was so excited to see Jon he was kind of in Jon’s lap momentarily]. Jon didn’t mind. John and Lance disappeared briefly to GBOH to inspect the local culture – they reported that the view was both young and very appealing. A good time had by us. Fabulous.
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