It's a small world, after all.

So I went to LA for the weekend for a friend's birthday. Yes, THE weekend - OU Texas. My friend dropped me off at a local watering hole called Barney's Beanery, where I settled in to watch the game. Unfortunately, I settled WAY too close to a USC fan (grr! hate them! SO GLAD THEY LOST TO STANFORD! haha) who proceeded to get verbally abusive, so I wandered towards where some friendly Sooner clapping was coming from. "Are you a Sooners fan?" "Yes," he said. "Are you from Oklahoma?" "Yep." "Where?" Oklahoma City." "Wow - me too - where in OKC?" "The south side." "Where did you go to high school?"

"Mount St. Mary's."

(oh god) "...when did you graduate?"

"1997 [a sigh of relief from me] - no wait, that's when I graduated from college." Heart dropping.

That's right - I met a classmate of Jeff's. Of all the sports bars in all the cities in all the world...! Lucas Flanagan, if you're reading this - hello! I have to say it was a bit shocking. When I brought up Jeff he said "I heard" and I forced the poor guy into a hug. Thank goodness for Okie good manners. It was so nice to have a reminder that Jeff is still living around and among us, creating all these amazing connections.

One of Jeff's other classmates is somehow involved in school activities - I can't remember exactly how. I could be incorrect in repeating the following, but supposedly there has been some discussion about how many people have passed from cancer in his class and if there's anything that can be done. There's a chance that I heard that someone else needs to get sick in order to really move forward, but again, I could be incorrect about that.

I have to say, it was nice getting a nudge from Jeff in that bar with all the horrible people - of course, Jeff, of all people, would know someone there!