a new old friend

And then I took the Space Cowboy out for a beer as promised, and we had dinner along with it, and sat by a cozy woodstove, and listened to some of New England's finest musicians, some of whom we're lucky enough to call our friends, sit at the next table and play Irish music. And we talked about life and pain and love, and glimpsing the face of the fairy tale just to watch it turn its back and walk away, and learning from that and learning from everything. And we discovered that we were, and would be, even better friends than we already thought.

And that was a lovely way to spend an evening.