there is a challenge I had not expected: when groups of friends meet and I am the only tie.

(unforseen of course, because I left last september positive that I was incapable of making friends and developing relationships with people my own age. even though I am, as molly so kindly pointed out, a gentle giant.)

but somehow, between lost and webcomics and five thirty dinners and roommate-sympathies, I figured it out.


this weekend was a chance to put a face to the name to the stories I've told. for better or worse -better, I'm sure- everyone knows each other.

and even though I may have tell every story twice, or forget who I danced in the rain with that particular time, at least there will always be someone.

ash @ 9:32 PM