Where Do We Go...

[John, Terry, and I sat happily transfixed in fron of the tube Tuesday night, and were humming little snatches of music and giving each other little smiles that I haven't seen in a group context, not fueled by chemistry, in ages...]

[Violet, whose date cancelled on her that night, called me immediately afterwards, and kvelled. She hasn't been enthusiastic about any TV since The X-Files went horribly wrong two years ago...]

[Violet again, today, in our Law Journal meeting, with a faraway look in her eye. I asked her a question. "Sorry," she said, "I was thinking about Buffy..."]

[And tonight, Patrick watched the tape with John and me, and kept delaying his nightly ablutions in preparation for yet another night of clubbing. And kept humming "Where do we go...from hee-eere" as he went off into the night...]

[Joss Whedon did somethig kinda nice for all of us this week.]

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