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JIM, Steve, Valette met Anne Marie and myself.

Reality has yet to collapse in upon itself, so i'll proclaim the evening a success, even if i was a complete idiot and probably did nothing more than convince these fine folks that "One should never meet the people you meet on the internet".

i'll also note that i'm a complete idiot in that i forgot to bring a camera, meaning that my only proof of the fact that said meeting occurred is a dark, slightly blurry, cell-phone photo that would make UFO and BigFoot followers highly skeptical.

i will say this:

1. Steve and Valette are as charming in person as you'd expect them to be. Quite possibly more so. If you ever get the opportunity to do so, i highly encourage it.
2. JIM continues to be the funniest person i know, and to make matters worse, he may be departing the bay area by the end of this year. i need to make plans to drag that lad out to see a few sights.
3. Anne Marie continues not to be a myth.
4. by GOD i'm short.

i can only hope that Valette's eminently lickable camera produced proof of the meeting lest it fall to the greater myths of time like that legendary meeting between Einstein, Kookla, Fran and Shemp Howard.

i need to do that more than just once a lifetime. Well, that and figure out a way to meet Shep, Justin and Lynne to further prove that i am not merely the product of a semi-aware pot of rice pudding someone left to congeal on the back of a computer.