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[flyinghambo]

I'm in Madison, back for my brother's senior recital. I hate airports. Seeing my dad is nice. My mom is a little crazy, though. I walked in the house, she gave me a hug and then put me to work putting 30-some pounds of fudge in boxes for my brother's French Club fundraiser. My brother got his braces off. I'm looking foward to going to the

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[north_of_now]

So I called the number I had in my phone listed as "Emma" yesterday and had a nice conversation with a kid named "Matt". Are there things you aren't telling me?

((Like your new phone number, perhaps?))

[flyinghambo]

Uhhh...I don't think I've ever gotten a new phone number. But I do remember you not having my correct one before. Maybe you're cursed :-)

My number is six oh eight three five four three two five seven. You're not in Mad-town, are you?

[north_of_now]

No, but I will be in a week (less than that, really). Coming down next Thursday and staying for a while. Will you still be around?

[flyinghambo]

Nah, I'm leaving on Sunday :-(

[centaur]

OK, I'm sure this is not really a choice and I shouldn't guilt trip you, but I was so looking forward to finally following with you again at the dance tonight. I'm so sad you're not there.

[flyinghambo]

:-( I'm sad I'm not there too! But yes, not really a choice.

We're trying to put together a commencement contra dance, so maybe we'll get another chance!