We actually managed to meet up with Mr. B for lunch yesterday, enduring the unusually bad service at the Club TD . It was only after we left that I remembered that this was why I usually ate at the counter there. We picked the Tastee Diner so that B could eat and drink in accordance with his low-sodium/low-fluids dietary regime, since the other options were fast food (bad) or OCB/Denny's (almost as bad). Over lunch I learned how my ex came by her horrible reputation among local fans and artists, which is of strictly academic interest now but does explain a few things; also, P was edified regarding the state of B's health.
Afterwards, we made the run to Brian's place last night by way of the hotel for chicken, beer, fire, and entertaining neighbors. Good times, to be repeated Monday afternoon, and this time I won't be so tired that I get on I-70 going the wrong way after a stop at the local Waffle House for coffee & waffle. Either that or I'll have more coffee first.
Today we're off to the Dunhams', with a stop along the way for sunglasses and earplugs, since apparently the nose hose doesn't completely stop the snoring.