my friend nancy and i hung out today. we had a meal at harrison street and wandered about VCU, conversing and sharing and browsing a yard sale, where i bought a little bag for joriel because it was nifty. later we examined some japanese graphitti, saw a puppy and witnessed a flat tire; all in all a delightful random afternoon (i also introduced her to my brother and the netherwood keep).

nancy is an artist whose talent and personality i greatly admire; she is of the belief that she is not hip, which gives her even more hip cred than she already intrinsically possesses. we met thru emily 11 years ago, and our conversations inevitably turn to her here and again; i didn’t see nancy for a long span after that, until 2000, when i opened the studio 257 gallery at the old SBAC. she had a gallery across the hall from me; this was the first time i had seen her work, which i think is most excellent. one of these days i hope to have the nuyen to commision a portrait of self from her; that’s ego for you.

i ran into her about twice a year from the middle of 2001 (when i closed my space) until a few months ago, usually in and about carytown. on our last bump i was determined, so we exchanged contact info and now have the opportunity for planned hangings, as it were.

nancy

afterward, i was one of the groomsmen in my old friend dave’s wedding, which was amazing and full of postive stress and delightful reunions. more on that later.

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