about MADANG time

English speakers have corrupted so many different languages through different opinions on spelling, bad pronunciation, and a plethora of other mistakes. The one I've made and have been making is of both the former and intentional.

16 October was much anticipated. This reunion was a long time coming. Perhaps happening at the right time, in my opinion. It had been 3 months since the MADANGs were all together and I'm pretty sure that the 3 of us can all agree, it was definitely needed.

We all met at an undisclosed place, bright and early. Except I was running on CP time and VR was on that RIDONK time. All is forgiven, us MADANGs are allowed to do so.

SB and I decided that we wanted to not be here shortly before VR's arrival. The following half hour was too funny.

The not so subtle Soviet-China-Audio-Love-Poems-(ing) tickets was interesting. Rent-A-Cops were ever present in every parking lot corner. It was soon home to a nice honorary MADANG couple. Props to them.

We all piled in SB's ride for the rest of the day. Props to SB for driving stick. Quite possibly the only chick I know who can.

The much adored, hated, and missed Shining Crown Jewel was our oyster for today. French food was requisite and our rendez-vous with M. Jean Jacques was a definite necessity. Le déjeuner was TOO good, my whole day could have been spent in that restaurant alone. But of course, M. Jacques could not be held up and has YET to have disappointed me every time we meet. I regret not sending HC some. Much apologies.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in SB's whip catching up, contemplating life, and exploring other parts of the Shining Crown Jewel. It seems so bizarre minus the other missed and loved folks being there. Mad props to VR for getting us those journals. VR knows which ones.

We parted ways at Chez Le Roi, just a few minutes away from our original destination.

Of course, another meeting is in the works. When that time comes, world just wait.