Trevor met me after work yesterday. We walked past the convention center where there were tons of kids and 20 somethings in costume for FanimeCon. You know, the fanime convention? We ate ears of street vendor corn and watched the parade of props, fake ears and blue wigs pass by. We walked down South First Street and knocked on the back door of Gallery AD. Brian (one of the owners) came to greet us. We watched the latest art being installed and talked about the upcoming SubZero festival.
Trevor and I wandered to Original Joe's and waited for a table while tending to a couple of drinks. The waiter was nice, but never brought us the free ice cream that he had promised due to our steak being more medium rare than medium well (he noticed, we said not a word).
The breeze was colder when we walked back to The Caravan, and there were less fanime costumes out to look at. We stepped inside the bar for a moment...we left as Angel was settling a dispute about the order of the waiting list for the pool table. I hopped into Swamp Thing, our new (old) 1975 Dodge truck with Trevor, and he drove me about 15 yards to my own car, where I hopped in and drove myself to Campbell.
We met at home. We watched a movie. I was treated to a back rub. We went to bed, happy. Maybe holding hands. Maybe that part was in the morning? Can't be sure.
It was a wonderful evening.
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