meetings with strangers... the next day.

My good friend Stella Artois kept me company until the "gang" arrived. Turns out "the girl" was already there. She seemed kinda familiar, but then, most people do in this town.
Went fine enough. They seem easy enough to travel with, but then, who cares.

So today I went and met "the girl" again for drinks which turned into dinner which turned into a stroll before a movie (Bewitched) and then and evening tea. She seems nice. That's all I've got to say about it.