Serendipity
For me, the best kind of evening is one that starts with nebulous plans to stop off somewhere on the way home to meet with friends and hang out for a little while, and ends up lasting well past my bedtime after a series of serendipitous meetings and collisions of circumstance. Friday was one of those nights.

I met up with my friends Julie and Tim in Tremont for the art walk. Some other friends were having happy hour at the Treehouse, so we started there with the first patio evening of the season. There's not much better in this world than cocktails on a patio during the art walk on the first really warm night in May, watching the world go by and the far-off storm gathering itself up.

The Treehouse party broke up as people drifted off to visit the galleries or head out for dinner. We joined the gallery goers, but took off in the other direction. We all really dug the ink washes at Asterisk, and Julie and I of course dug the $1800 wine-themed paintings in the back of that new place whose name I don't recall. I ran into another of the OSU club board members at the Banyan Tree, where I also saw a potential birthday gift for Mom, right before the heavens let loose.

In the early stages of the storm we dashed across the street and back to the Treehouse, outside of which we witnessed one of the craziest stormy skies I've ever seen. The clouds almost looked like they were boiling, yet there were a few patches of lighter gray and orange sunset sky peeking through here and there. After a brief and extremely warm interlude while we waited out the storm, we headed to Edison's, then decided to move on to the Flying Monkey.

As we were leaving Edison's, I commented to Tim that I thought it was unusual that we had not run into any of the other Cleveland bloggers who had said they were heading out to the art walk. And not ten seconds after those words were out of my mouth, we spotted George and Jack in the window of Fahrenheit. They waved us in, and our stop and say hey turned into a couple of martinis and a lot of laughter. All in all, a fantastic evening, although why so many people mail things late on a Friday night still puzzles me.

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