Tracy's In Town

I miss Tracy. We'd have drinks after work and see who suffered the most slings and arrows the previous week. She turned me on to Jager Bombs. Always something of the big city mouse in the small country town, Tracy went back to Las Vegas last year. Or maybe it was two years ago? God, time flies. She still comes back on occasion, usually to Jazz Fest. Caught up with her, and her boyfriend (Rex), at Jazzeppi's tonight. 

Couple of drinks. Lot's of talk. Plenty of laughs. Good to see Tracy again. Though all too short a visit. Wish I could have stayed longer. Wish I had less stress under my eyelids. Wish I didn't have to work tomorrow. But it is what it is. And I'm thankful for the couple of hours I was able to spend with her. 

Maybe I'll meet her on a trip to LV. Or maybe I'll have to wait until next Jazz Fest. But we'll hang out again. At some bar. Somewhere. And we'll always find something to laugh about.