Friday with Barb
Friday, I met Barb and her boyfriend at Westport. I found out that one of the lunch regulars at Patrick's died suddenly of an aneurysm about 2 months ago. Frank was a great guy, I'll miss him.
Later, after we'd been to Patricks and Llyw's and were sitting at Nino's, I said to Barb. "What do you think? Do you feel like you've come home or does being here make you feel that home is really someplace else now?" She answered that Arizona is home now. I nodded. I knew what she meant. I feel the same way. As often as I get out here, I might as well live in another state. I'm pretty sure, in fact, that a lot of the people we saw Friday night have seen Barb since they've seen me last. But Fridays at WP were a huge part of my life for years. Enough years that it represents a significant percentage of my life.
And now? It's fun to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
In other news: I might have a date on Friday. And no, it isn't with Eric.