Rickhouse
Do I normally go out on a Tuesday? No. Do I normally go out on a stormy night? No way. But when a friend is in town from Washington D.C. , and there is a lot of catching up to do, you stand at a bar for 3 hours and talk. And talk. And talk. I know what she is up to because I see the pictures and I read the status updates on her Facebook page, but seeing her and talking over drinks, I got the rare joy of hearing the full story of her life in person, to hear the details of what I only see outlines of online.
It was also nice to get to know her better- we’ve been friends, but never very close. She is someone I have always liked and wanted to know better- now I’m glad I do.
The Lebanexican 
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