I was talking with Julie earlier, and she invited me to a barbecue/dinner eating thing at the home our mutual friends Erik and Sheila, which is way the hell out in Overland Park, in the 140s of streets. Nevertheless, it was a very nice evening. I think I like playing with dogs too much. My penchant for getting dogs worked up never seems to please said dogs' owners, and tonight was no exception. Even so, I think all present had a good time. It was one of those evenings that made me feel like an adult. Times like that used to freak me out. I guess I get a certain satisfaction from them now. Like I must be doing something right.
I gave Julie a ride home, and navigated a criss cross of streets all the way back to home, sweet home, at 11th and Washington, where everything's normal.