Matt, Laura and me at the Liberty Street Cafe. For about 20 minutes, I wasn't sure if we were going to follow through with our dinner plans since I was bumming out about my Aunt Margie dying. Then I figured she'd kick my ass if I just sat around the house moping and crying. Dinner was the right choice. We got to see a lot of friends who we hadn't been in touch with for so long.
We're on a mini-vaca in an area where they're experiencing forest fires (thanks asshole arsonist). It's an area that makes Clifton Hill in Niagara Falls, Ontario look rinky dinky. Holy cow. Pigeon Forge/Gatlinburg is no joke. Tomorrow we try to escape it and find some peace and nature in the (literally) Smoky Mountains.