Nick, Kristin, and JR came into town for a visit over the weekend. We had drinks at Ernestine & Hazel’s (sadly, there was a private party going on, so we got stuck in the restaurant part and couldn’t go hang around the bathtub upstairs) and then went back to my place for Summer Brew and silliness with some local yokels that left me and some others with weird inexplicable bruises and scrapes and pains the next day. We are old, apparently, and cannot breakdance and climb trees and hide under tables without paying dearly later. Also, my refrigerator door handle broke, but I found it, thanks to Ashley jogging my memory. There is more, I’m sure. There always is.