Ah, what a lovely weekend: two friends who I met in Portland in 1996 came to visit. We've got such a long and rich history and come together so easily. We didn't do a lot, really - hung out, drank coffee, ate a lot of great food. I brought them to a lovely foodfest hosted by local friends, and we even threw a brunch on Sunday that consisted mostly of Seattle people I didn't know - some visiting, some moved here.
As I dropped guest #1 off at the airport this morning, Joe Cocker played on the radio:
Do you need anybody
I just need someone to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
With a little help from my friends.