I am one of the few weird people on Earth who likes to prolong the wait for rewards. One of the best to come to me after 9 months was the visit from my first Redroom friend, Jessica Barksdale Inclán, and her main squeeze, Michael. I started to really pay attention to her posts in Redroom when she wrote about listening to the frogs while stuck in a traffic jam with Michael in the Caldecott tunnel. Here was a friend who love the song of amphibians as much I as I do.
As I waited in my room for Jessica and Michael's arrival, I was nervous, not out of fear, but from the tingly sensation of expectation. I tried to distract myself by reading Redroom blogs. And Jessica and Michael were right on time, unfolding from in Jessica's spiffy new white Minicooper.
Jessica was even more Jessica than I imagined. I've read about her adventures and misadventures, like the time she had to spring out her war-protester son from jail with the services of Aladdin Bail. I've followed her feverish vacation to main and her slightly-inebriated jaunt to Florida, her how-to-write-a-sex-scene courses at UCLA. I read her and fell in love with her, just as thousands of readers have, but when I met her in person, she emerged into the 3rd dimension like the colorful world in a pop-out book, with more detail and energy than dreamed of. Michael was no slouch in the humor department. I see why Jessica is still amazed by fate, which brought this handsome man to her on a busy street corner one brilliant day.
We were joined by my good friend, Paul Byrne for a beach picnic, complete with champagne, after which the four of us walked to the Little Red School House with its resident goats, Eddie and Panda. (I was in amazement that this witty, beautiful, funny lady I've met only through the computer and podcasts was really walking beside me.)
We laughed at pygmy Panda with his humongous hips that made him look like a furry, footstool. I wanted to jump off in mid-air from the kiddy swing, but I thought better of it. I didn't want to end Jessica and Michael's vacation with a trip to the emergency room in order to fix broken 48 years-old bones.
With all the craziness in the world regarding Fraud Street versus Main Street, it was a sane day to spend with new/old friends, thumbing our noses at distress, winging over our heads. I know we will see Jessica and Michael another again.
Fate. It's all fate and Redroom.
Paul and Michael
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