Confluence

It's rare that my friends meet my family. Of course, these days given how scattered my friends are, it's sometimes rare that I meet my friends, let alone have the opportunity to introduce them to any of family. It does seem to be something of a family trait. We never really shared our friends much. Perhaps we were all too busy striving for our own individuality, and having our own groups of friends was another way of staking our identities. Or perhaps I'm just projecting. Still, I'm sure my feelings on the matter have changed over the years. Nowadays I'm happy to draw close whatever friends and relatives I can muster. And if the end result isn't a horrible implosion, so much the better.

Tonight saw my Michael and Denise, my eldest brother and his wife, in town to see Billy Connolly perform. I'd arranged to meet up with them beforehand for a bit to eat. Into this mix was then added rAdam, also visiting - though from somewhat further afield - after finding a cheap flight on short notice. Much to my delight, it proved to be a very pleasant evening, devoid of the lengthy pregnant pauses I always fear when introducing people, and passing all too quickly in the end. I felt somewhat guily about failing to organise any proper sort of entertainments for rAdam after Michael and Denise parted our company. I ended up resorting to my oldest of standby's - walking. Just the thing after a transatlantic flight. Still, I enjoyed the trial around the city, and hopefully we'll be able to come up with a better plan for the weekend.

Right, I'm tired after all that walking. Nighty night.