SIGHTS: Welcome to Higby - Mark Dunn

I try to say goodbye and I choke ~ I try to walk away and I stumble ~ Though I try to hide it it's clear ~ My world crumbles when you are not near - “I Try” ~ Macy Gray

And I watched as you turned away ~ You don't remember, but I do ~ You never even tried

Don't fall away and leave me to myself ~ Don't fall away and leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands again ~ Leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands again ~ Leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands again - Hemorrhage (In My Hands) ~ Fuel

How I wish, how I wish you were here. ~ We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year ~ Running over the same old ground. ~ What have you found? The same old fears. ~ Wish you were here. Wish You Were Here ~ Pink Floyd

Okay, so I didn’t spew. Yeah me! Only one other person and myself showed. There were supposed to be four. I was able to make it through two hours without (I hope) sounding like a total moron. The fact that we stayed two hours and she ordered food is hopefully a good sign. We had good conversation with very few periods of silence and I had a perfect margarita that was...well...perfect. She is actually one of two people that organize and hold the Renaissance Faire here. This is a very cool thing. She invited me to join in on the meetings and be a part of the Faire this year. I would get to wear a costume and everything! And the best part, Nick can also participate. She said that instead of buying an expensive costume there are people that participate that sew and when I go to the meeting they will let me know what materials I need to buy. Although, with my cleavage this may be dangerous...hehe. It sounds like lots of fun though and I would only have to work a booth or hand out tickets, etc., for 2-3 hours and be able to get in for free. Not to mention the meetings would be a great place to meet people.

She also told me about a masked ball they are having as a fundraiser for the Faire on Valentine’s Day. I don’t know that I will be that brave but it would be nice to dress up for something. I wouldn’t want to go by myself though. We shall see.

And again, I was haunted. She wore patchouli, lots of it. Sitting in an Applebees, one that Ian has worked at, smelling that smell of patchouli, of him, and Macy Gray singing “I Try” was almost too much for a moment. I almost had to excuse myself from the table and on the way home there was Pink Floyd singing “Wish You Were Here.” Dammit....leave....me.....alone!!