Okay so it wasn't actually a collision.
It was more like a collusion.
Wendy and I met eb last year when she breezed through town. This weekend she was back with her better half, Maxine.
Do you read eb? She erases her blog and starts something new almost as often as she changes her underwear. She says the current rendition isn't a blog at all: it's an Art Journal. We nod and smile and are just happy to have her unique presence on the internets.
But it's even better in person. Real people, real life. A stroll in Old Town on a cool spring evening, dinner, conversation and beer. With lesbians! Lesbians like us---happily coupled, parental, suburban, middle-aged. Lesbians we're fortunate to call friends. Although even if they were heterosexual, they'd still be people I'd enjoy. I'm flexible that way. But I'm glad they're gay.
So how about a guessing game? Which foot belongs to which woman? Or if that's too challenging, which two feet could one find playing footsie between the sheets?
Thanks for a fun evening, Elizabeth and Max.
Good times, good times indeed.