This evening, V, the creep who beat me, brought his longtime girlfriend, S, along with some snackums, over to my home for dinner with me and my wife. For me, V fell into that category of people that I didn't really talk to at law school. Most people fell into that category, actually, so perhaps there was nothing unique about our lack of communication. Still, I'd often wondered if perhaps there was a somewhat secretive feud between the two of us, or at least a feud that I had imagined in order to motivate me, to fuel my desire to succeed a la Michael Jordan and his paranoid path to excellence. There isn't. No, the feud that never existed is unofficially over. In it's place may be a new feud, but this one involves nothing more than cue balls, sticks, and my team's tendency to hit the 8-ball into the corner pocket at the exact wrong moment.
After V and S had left, I hopped into bed and quickly got to that sleepy/glorious 45-second window of time between being awake and falling asleep, where things are floating, thoughts are awesomely foggy, and everything in the world feels right. I muttered something to my wife that, to her, probably sounded like a dog trying to say human words in an embarrassing attempt to be featured on America's Funniest Videos. In my head, though, I clearly stated something about how I was glad that V and S had come over, how it was weird that I was worried about a feud in the first place, how I hoped that I had made a couple of new friends, and how everything in the world, including my night with V and S, felt right.