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Goodbye my friends

Since I am leaving for Washington DC, my dear friends got together with me, had a meal and wished me the very best for my future. They also asked me when I will be back next, seeing as I have family here, I don't think it will be too long before I come back again.

I had intended to have the event at Joey's in Coquitlam. There were about a dozen or so of us, so I thought it best to make reservations and I called Joey's. They told me that they operate on a first-come basis. We decided to meet there around 7... and that place was packed. We took a while to figure out where to go and finally ended up going to the Earls on Lougheed Highway near Boundary. That place was packed too. We begged, pleaded, smiled etc to get a table for 13... and after much waiting and complaining... we got it. We had the fine plush chairs.

Then they went hunting for a server. Allegedly, servers are hard things to find. Oh well. We found one. No one else believes me, but I am certain she has a moustache. We then ordered, waited for food, had many conversations, passed the camera around etc. Thankfully, we took a few pictures.


Anyway, food over, we waited for some people to finish their wine. Listened to lots of stories and told a few. We were too late, with the change in venue and the time it took to get seated, to go see the new James Bond movie. We finally left and I got hugs and handshakes from a lot of folks. Eves even got me a Tito t-shirt and a hat. The T-shirt is classic. Only Eves could have been so thoughtful... he can be an amazing bastard when he needs to be. Thanks pal.

These people have been wonderful friends and I am certain to see them all again at some point. Thank god for these people, they have kept me happy and sane for a long time now. Someday, I shall thank them all properly. To me, some are like family; as one of them says... we are family, maybe not by blood, but by life. To my friends, I thank you very much for showing up and cheering me on.

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Johnnie Francis Xavier MacIntyre said…
Added some pictures. Ask me for the rest if you want to see the rest
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