gerisullivan | Friends. They're the best.

After Teresa Chandler's concert, I opted to miss the Korean drumming in favor of

chasophonic's liquid nitrogen ice cream. I've heard about the stuff for years, but hadn't ever seen it being made or tasted it.

I checked the other program room -- nope. Somebody there said they'd heard it wasn't happening. Sad face. I checked the consuite. Nope, no sign of Chas, no tank of nitrogen. So I headed down to my room to deal with a couple of computer-related things that need my attention. Checked LJ first, as I so often do. And there was

lsanderson's picture of ice cream being made. He posted it right after his Korean drumming shot, and I recognized the background as being the same room I'd been in for Teresa's concert.

Zoom! Out the door, up the stairs. Got there just in time to see the second bunch of nitrogen being poured in. Tasted it. Mmmm. Cold. Creamy. Really creamy. Mmmm. Others commented the vanilla was overly strong; I didn't find it so.

I helped with cleanup -- the bowl was a tad small for the job and the boiling cream, sugar, and vanilla bubbled over in the making. Then Chas made a second batch. I saw the whole process. Very good. All thanks to friends, and living in the future. Excellent. Truly excellent.

Then there's

debgeisler. She called to tell me how Mother Nature outwitted the Boston weather forecasters. "Oh, dear, is it already snowing?" I asked. (There's suppose to be snow there Monday night, just in time for my return. I am doomed.)

Hey, it was possible. It's snowing here in the Twin Cities. Itty bitty flakes, thank goodness. I don't think it's accumulating, but the view out the window is snow until you can't see any further 'cause there's so much snow in the air.

Snow. Boston. Right. Well, wrong. It's 71, sunny, gorgeous. Deb just had to call and share that with me.

Friends. I love my friends. The feeling's mutual, and that just makes it all the better.

Snow or no snow, life is good. Life is utterly problematic and oh, so good.