Those of you who have been reading the blog for a while might remember several months ago when I posted up a general call for help.
The short version of the story is this. A reader sent me a very polite invitation to her high-school graduation party, and since I was going to be in the area anyway for Wiscon, I thought I’d stop by and say hello.
Of course I failed to take into account the fact that I’m an idiot. So while I remembered the party was over Memorial Day weekend, I didn’t make note of anything else, such as the address of the party, the person’s contact information, or even her name.
Needless to say, it was not my shiniest moment.
So I posted up a blog asking if anyone could help clue me in.
The bad news was that I did miss the party. The good news is that I did eventually get in touch with the reader. (Her name was Breanna, by the way.)
The weird news was that over the last couple months, I’ve had at least fifty people ask me if I ever managed to get in touch with her. It was kinda strange. I’d be doing a reading in California, and when I threw open the floor for questions, someone would ask, “did you ever make it to that girl’s party?”
So, in the interest of giving everyone the closure they so desperately desire, I figured I’d let y’all know what happened.
This last weekend we finally managed to get together. We grabbed coffee and hung out for a little bit.
Awww…. (Yes, she’s taller than me. No, I don’t have a problem with that.)
I also finally got to give her the graduation present I meant to bring to her party. A remnant of my checkered past: a copy of my College Survival Guide.
I’m including this picture mostly so y’all can make fun of my handwriting.
That’s all for today. Just a little closure on a story I started a couple months ago. See? I can do it. It just takes some time….