Saturday, September 12

Sagal celebrates her wedding tonight, and so we sit in the Flamingo, surrounded by people we don’t know, many of whom don’t know each other.

I meet some people that I do know, Jamilla, for example, and some people that I almost know, like Angela from MakeSomeNoise.

The women dance together and the men remain elsewhere (they will arrive later ”on African time”, according to Angie). I sit and watch happily. I drink the Thoreau water, and wait for the food.

The food will prove delicious, and I will enjoy myself more then I can ever remember enjoying myself while wearing a suit and tie.