So I had sorta wanted to get together with an online friend of mine when I'm in London. Sorta. I put out the feeler more from obligation than anything else. Go out and be social? Who does that?
Anyway, he's taken the ball and ran with it, and has come up with a gettogether of, like, nine people.
I'm flattered. I really am. It irritates that part of me that hates being the centre of attention, but I have to admit -- it's nice. All online friends, who want to meet me in meatspace. Go figure.
If I meet rocket after Aberfoyle, this bunch in London, and Fes in NYC, it'll be RENAULT WORLD TOUR 2015: GUELPH, LONDON, NEW YORK CITY. We need shirts. 80s metal jerseys, with white sleeves and black centre panels.