From the past

Went out to an art opening Saturday night, as planned.

As expected, the art I went to see (and the artist I went to support) was fantastic.

But what really surprised me was the timing and overall serendipity of it all.

Getting off the Metro in Alexandria, Josh and I immediately met up with Doug, Nu and Tony who had popped on the train a few cars ahead of us somewhere along the route. walking in the door to the gallery when we got there were another few of our mutual friends.

The real serendipitous blast, though, came a little while after we'd all been hanging around.

Out of nowhere a man looking no small bit like Lex Luthor came through the crowd directly to me with a smile on his face. At his side was a lovely lady with an artists name tag on.

Now, I had just been discussing high school stories with the group of friends I'd arrived with so it took me all of fifteen seconds to realize this was my old friend Rich from long ago and far away. I haven't seen him in well over a decade--and had tried furiously to meet up with him when I moved to the DC area five years ago and found out he was local--but there he was.

His wife had three pieces on display at the show, abstract bits that (if I had the funds) I would probably have purchased one of. We talked about art and what we'd been up to for the past handful of years and, briefly, of old times and common friends long missed.

It was good and unexpected. Hopefully, now that we've touched base a bit, we'll be able to get together again in a less formal way.

The rest of the evening--more time at the gallery talking to more recent friends too long absent from view and then Spellbound--was full of an amazing amount of positive energy... enough that I was riding high on it well into Sunday evening.

These are the good nights that I plan to remember.