Emily came down from Wisconsin. We met up at he Cowboy Monkey and I drank a litte. Well maybe more than a little. When Emily lived down here we worked together and were OK friends, but we weren’t the best of friends or anything. In the last few months I have really enjoyed getting to be better friends with her. It sucks that she lives so far away. I can’t imagine the good times that we would have if she was still down here. I wish that we had gotten to know each other better earlier, but I am just happy that we get to spend some time together whenever we can. It is funny how things work out.

Meg is a friend of both Emily and Me, and we were supposed to get together this weekend and hang out. Meg decided to ditch us and hang out with her friends at Great America. It would have been nice to have the three of us together again, but I understand that rollercoasters are fun. But she did miss out on some fun.

After the bar, we had to sober up a little and went off to Mary Ann’s. Place was packed, and we had to wait around for a table. While we were waiting, a guy and girl at a booth asked if we wanted to share their table. Don’t remember their names (I wasn’t quite sober when we introduced ourselves), but they were two of the best people I have met in Champaign. Funny as hell, great stories, and cracking on each other and anyone else around. Couldn’t stop laughing (which isn’t unusual for me).

Life is great. I am never sure how things are going to work out, but they always surprise me. If I could plan out my life, I am not sure that I would have planned it the way it has been, but good friends like Emily, and Meg, (also saw Larry and Lindsay and Jesse tonight) and then random encounters at late night diners make for better lives anyway.