tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754969.post-1141157851187686712006-02-28T12:16:00.000-08:002006-03-01T22:56:24.510-08:00In an effort to keep my one faithful reader, I've changed the formatting of the Soda Fountain back to it's previous state. Funny, but I consider this more of an eyesore than the updated one. It seems to me that if Blogger can accept HTML code, then I should be able to develop a completely unique skin for the Soda Fountain using Dreamweaver and import the code. That is, at least, my hope.<br /><br />I think I told y'all early last year (<a href="http://sodafountain.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-allison-who-joined-me-for-coffee.html">in this post</a>) about a dream I had in which Allison met me for coffee.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/876/952/1600/LAX.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/876/952/320/LAX.jpg" border="0" /></a>She's moving to LA, with her husband and new baby. She called me out of the blue about 3 weeks ago to tell me the news. I'm excited, but it's also weirding me out a little bit. It isn't that she's moving out that weirds me out, or even the dream. It isn't sexual tension, either.<br /><br />Without making it overly complex, here is the issue. I always saw her as having the potential to be a great, great friend. The friendship never had the opportunity to be fully realized 10 years ago because I was quite the self-obsessed asshole, making very poor decisions, resisting maturity with an ease that defies definition.<br /><br />I'd love for the friendship to have air to grow while she's out here. But the fact that we're grown and both married complicates things so much. I don't want to cause problems for either marriage in any way, shape, or form. I want to grow a friendship based on who we are now not who we were, who we thought we were, or how memories have distorted who the other was.<br /><br />Patrick and Allison, welcome to LA. I hope the move went well.Jeffnoreply@blogger.com2