Red and I recently met Beth for a Cup of Coffey. I really can't tell you what day it was. Probably a weekend, probably before the Superbowl. I have one of the worst senses of time any high functioning human being could have.
Ms. Coffey had taken some wonderful traditional shots with the backs of our heads and swore she would do a post. Well enough time has passed for me to notice she hasn't, so here I am doing a post to commemorate this meet up with a picture I had to doctor to comply with the Witness Relocation Program standards. (I am guessing most people who live in Georgia are there under the WRP.)
We ate yummy Vietnamese food, dished dirt on other bloggers, and of course talked about music. In fact we talked a lot about music. Red and I were both thrilled that she took time out of her DC trip to visit real life friends to meet her imaginary friends. She is good people and if she lived near the district, I am sure we would hang out more often, and she would stand us up for concerts more often.