The Sidekick's back in town tonight.
He's getting ready to move to the Big Smoke, and came over early to get things started. Tonight will be the first time we've have a chance to go out for drinks since the Canucks game o-so-long ago.
It'll be good to just sit and shoot the shit. Trying to stay in touch with someone who is on a completely different schedule, and doesn't have the computer access they normally do, is next to impossible.
Of course I'll have to have all the gritty details of what he's doing in Van - how am I supposed to live vicariously through him if I don't know what's going on?
Fucker better have some stories.