a lot of people have told me this project is stupid because i’m going to get myself killed–most likely by some psycho facebook friend who will get me alone, strangle me, tear up my body parts, and dispose of them in such a way that a three part CSI miniseries will be devoted to it. well, those folks might not be so wrong. but f2fb friend #180 isn’t that psycho friend. he just has walking pneumonia.
the second day in san diego was to be somewhat relaxed. the boy scouts had scored press passes to comicon so i figured i wouldn’t see them much. the three of us had had a wonderful time meeting f2fb friend #179 brian brethauer the evening before but he wasn’t going to be able to score me another pass to get in. the san diego comicon was the biggest thing going but f2fb friend #180 andru clarke wasn’t going so i wasn’t going. we were planning on having dinner–i told him to pick the restaurant–and i was going to look for a toy store that would carry scrabble boards because i had never met andru clarke and our only connection was a shared love of playing scrabble on facebook.
in the interests of full and fair disclosure, he always won.
in the morning, as the boy scouts and i were thinking about breakfast, i received a call from andru. he had just been to the doctor. he had walking pneumonia. my first thought is we should cancel. but, no, he was on his way home to bed and wanted just the opportunity to give me a hug, say hi, and we’d figure out whether he was feeling better in the evening. he said he was just a few minutes from the town and country hotel lobby.
i ran down to the lobby and immediately recognize andru because he has a distinctive ‘fro. we hugged, said hi, and i asked him about what the doctor had told him. andru said that he was on his way to the doctor just then. i felt stupid because i was almost positive that i had heard him say he had just been to the doctor. we saw each other for less than two minutes. he phoned me back five minutes later to compliment me that i look a lot better in real life than in facebook photos and that if he rallied enough in the evening to get together he would be so happy.
in the late afternoon, he felt miserable but was determined to help me with my new years resolution so long as i ditched the boy scouts and came alone to his house. the first request–ditching the boy scouts–is easy enough. anybody i meet can say no to them. but the second request–somehow i felt the time had come to institute a rule maybe not so much for my self-protection as for my reputation: no meeting a gentleman at his home if it is the first time we have met.
so andru and i had an impasse. he was too ill to leave his home to see me and i was too rule bound. he asked that he might see me in september when it is possible that i shall return: he asked for me to set aside two days, one for meeting each other and the second “in case we hit it off”.
so the drive to los angeles, swinging into the rental car office just in time and dashing off for LAX. time to return home and to think clearly about the remaining friends to see and meet. i am very blessed by how nice everyone is to me!