The day I took this photo, Maya posted about the very same mural.
Our overlapping is starting to FREAK ME OUT.

One of the quiet days, mostly spent tackling email.

A few friends had this idea… Since book clubs are so hard, why not have a Magazine Club
where everyone shares an article from a magazine and talks about it over food.

The inaugural meeting was at Dusmesh Indian restaurant and it proved a fine backdrop for
our unproven shenanigans. In addition to celebrating a birthday, we discussed:

• “His Six Secret Sex Spots”
• “Love’s Greatest Challenge: How to Cope When Your Partner Changes”
•  “Cincinnati Chili”
• “Old St. George Church Continues to Decay”
•  “The Perfect Palette”
• “The Rick Steves Guide to Terrorism in the World”

Discussion was lively. I learned a few things. And the Indian food at Dusmesh was super good.

Pix or it didn’t happen…

Kelley and Kim with their most excellent cake made by elé Cake Co in Dayton.

Please take note of the cupcakes.

There are more photos from the day…

My sister swooped into town with her fella all the way from upstate NY.
Went out to see her and say hi to my nephews and niece.
I also lost miserably at Euchre.

This was also the day I learned about the awesomeness that is Ubisoft’s Just Dance line of games.
For everyone’s protection, no photos were taken of this gaming experience.

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The first time I met Austin, he officiated a wedding and moved me to tears.
This second time around he was visiting Cincinnati for the Fringe Festival where
his play Denali was in production.

Caught the show and enjoyed it thoroughly. Even better was having a brew afterward
and getting to ask all those questions one might have right after seeing a performance.

Found that, like in most artistic endeavors, it is the things you leave out that make for
a better result, gives a thing room to breathe and find a spirit of its own.

Yet the stop sign itself is an octagon.

(insert shrug)