. and I am richer for it. It was my birthday, something I didn't consider important, but Colette remembered and took me to a tiny bistro in the Latin ...uarter. We ate, drank, swapped news, and laughed a lot. Soon it was past midnight and Colette tugged my shirt whispering, "a chez moi?' Out in the street we walked to the Metro laughing and holding each other for balance. On the train, the sober lighting made me focus on Colette's long legs, accentuated by her black mini skirt. The movement of. "It wasn't me who was unfaithful. It was Sonya." And who was she unfaithful with?" persisted Caitlin, pushing her advantage as she lifted herself up over her fiancé. "Not your best friend, was it? The usual cliché?" No, not at all," said Ken increasingly desperate to return to the lovemaking Caitlin was directing his desire towards. "It was a work colleague. Someone in advertising."When Caitlin next accessed her fiancé's laptop, she pored through the photos for any evidence of the man from. Marissa has carefully quizzed the AI and it can't give us a definitive answer as to when we might expect Master Will to return. So I'm sure she is considering whether or not to bring in another male concubine. I think I can see that. Maybe it is us all confirming that we're alive and have each other, but lately Ron has had to visit the sleep-trainer every night at least once because he's been rubbed raw by us.I get a bit distracted by the many things that I can write about so I imagine that I. Fighting a hangover means taking away time from something else, and that just wasn’t feasible for more than a show or two.Travel was on our own dime. We had enough gear that we took three vehicles; Kevin and Ronnie drove their cars and I piloted my van. I had the guitars and bases, some of the small amps and Danny’s keyboards. We mostly played through house PA systems, but we did need to mic up smaller amps. It was enough gear, and with our suitcases, that it pretty much filled the van..