Well, I reconciled with Pete, kinda. He's matured, but still basically the same old Pete. His fiance is nice enough, and knows some of the stuff only we know (LONG story, trust me, you don't want to know). Had pizza, got a nifty keen Celtic blanket (I'll post the design here later), then went for a walk around the Fields of Blood for about 90 minutes, bullshitting.
This was all Wednesday, I just had to mull over the information.
Anywho, tonight he gets married. That still seems very strange to type.
I should look at the directions and figure out where we're going.