Except now she's due to arrive at LaGuardia in about 3 hours. And I'm going to meet her. So I guess reality is drawing pretty darn close.
I'm excited but I have no expectations. I know I like her and I'm hoping we'll have a good time. See some sights, eat some food, have a few laughs.
Too bad my haircut yesterday was a disaster. But those things happen.
Anyway, it's not so much that I think that people will care as that I feel like doing something to mark the transition between 'net friendship and real...something. So I'm doing this.
And I'm also excited and nervous but shouldn't leave the house just yet.
I'm also glad we're doing this, because it seems like the sort of thing one ought to do when one is vaguely young and such. And maybe it'll be good. Or even great.