Spent the day in New Hampshire at a wedding reception for the daughter of some good friends of John's. It was a very fun day. The twins had a great time and were the life of the party. After a day of lugging them around, though, I'm pooped.
I was talking to the bride's mother during the reception, and out of nowhere I found myself saying, "John is so sorry he couldn't be here." I mean, I'm sure he is sorry. He would have loved to be there. I don't feel like I got a direct communication from John at that moment, but it wasn't like I had planned to tell her that. It just flew out of my mouth.
I really feel like John sent me that message, although writing that makes me sound like a nutjob. I have wondered if I would feel John's presence at some point, and maybe this was it. It's not what I thought it would be. I thought it would feel more physical; this was more like John had put a thought in my brain. I totally don't know how to describe it.
Last night, I had dinner with a long-lost grad school colleague. He and I were not close when we were in school, but we reconnected through a long set of boring circumstances, and since he was in town on an interpreting assignment and my dad was visiting (read: available to babysit), we met up for dinner.
It was really fun. He's kind of an odd guy, but very nice, and it was fun to go downtown and eat a fancy meal at a fancy restaurant. It was just the kind of date I have been wanting: good company, great meal, a glass of wine, and no romance at all. That's the kind of dating I could get behind.