December 30, 2009
Ninety minutes of telephone conversation that began nearly precisely where the last one had left off, a few months shorthanded into the first fifteen minutes or so, and in typical friends-for-life fashion, I was proclaimed Majorette roughly halfway through.
Which, I hope, *doesn’t* mean that she wants a marching-band-themed wedding. We could make that work, though.
’cause I’m a former band geek, and I make a pretty good Majorette.