And then there was A. I was absolutely, 50% certain that she was at that festive occasion. Yet, despite being in the same section in law school, I never bothered to check with her, nor did I take the time to get to know her much at all. Instead, it took me until today, almost four years since that party, to finally ask her, and to finally know her, to some extent anyway.
We met up at an uptown diner on a flawless, late-spring evening. When outsiders ask me how I could possibly live in Minnesota and survive its brutal winters, I think about nights like tonight. For those that have experienced them, the real question is a how a person could live anywhere else. Everything felt just about right, or at least just as it should be. The food, the breeze, the passersby, the company, and the conversation all came together perfectly to create the feeling, the high that I've sometimes felt while on this journey. It'd been awhile since I felt it, so I had worried that perhaps I was losing my taste for this adventure. But I guess it's back, or perhaps it never left, or maybe it wasn't actually real. Whatever it was or is, I'm happy that it happened again. Even more, I'm happy that I finally spent some real time with A, even it came about four years later than it should have.