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After work, I ate dinner with my father and Roy, one of his best friends. When I was very young, the three of us would play Gauntlet in a bar while they drank beer. It was a good evening, though it was odd to see how Roy's hair has turned silver. I've always been extra fond of him.

My father offered to buy me a round trip plane ticket and trainl pass for whenever I wanted to go back to Europe. I almost fell off my bar stool. I get to go back! This is fantastic.

Afterwards I headed for the Showdown. The store was buying the beer, as a thank you for the nightmare renovation. Very loud, very smoky, very fun. It was also a bit of a goodbye party for Frances, who is leaving for Kansas today. I actually had a fascinating theological discussion with her, and punched Brit a few times because he kept calling me a Papist. Brit shared excrutiating surgery stories. I don't know how he survived his illness of the past few years.

Despite consuming many beers, I feel pretty good this morning. Hmm.