Kevin’s in town
I left the reception around midnight, and decided to swing by Justin’s to see if I might be able to catch Kevin (who’s visiting Chicago this weekend for a wedding). Kevin is out on the west coast, so it’s a rare thing when all our paths cross.
I walked up to Justin’s door, knocked, and as I was about to leave… I heard a group of people shout my name. Luckily, I had showed up right as they all returned from Clubfoot.
We hung out inside the apartment for a while. Kevin’s on the right, petting Nebula. On the left is his friend (again, not so strong in the name department… Sean maybe?).
Dave, looking up a phrase in the Slang Dictionary. This thing has proven itself to be invaluable over the years. I really need my own copy.