The club was good. The people, my friends, were, too. The tears were brief in the car. Deep breaths to control them. We were going to have a good time. Going to meet up with friends. I told a couple of people. I stopped telling people when I realized it made them uncomfortable. I drank. Not to excess. Didn't finish that 4th glass of wine. Drinking water now. Eating leftover taters and gravy.
The stupid thing is that I am upset that I can't remember the name of any of Britt's characters from the Port Townsend game or the Star Wars game. We had a damn fine time gaming together but I can't remember those details and it is making me feel like a horrible person.
I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't. We weren't that close but I feel like I should remember those details. I can remember bits... but not those damn names. I don't know why not. It is making me cry more than the discovery of his death and that makes me feel so small.
Dammit.
