Did you feel something… different last night?

Was there a… tingle in the air?

Were things a bit… squirrely?

Of course you should all be answering yes… because I have the answer why things were that way. 

Last night, in the twelfth month, on the ninth day, in the Year Of Our Lord two-thousand and eight, at the eighteenth hour…

Yes… Poppy and The Steff met.

I have to be honest… you always kind of worry about how your girlfriend is going to be able to interact with your best friend who is the person they have, for all intense purposes, replaced.  The meeting really wasn’t planned.  Donkey and The Steff are moving and they needed some help.  Since I pretty much put together all of her furniture where they are now, I went to help take it apart and I took the opportunity to take Poppy with me.  There was a hug and a kiss on the cheek involved… so good signs… good signs.  Of course, it ended up being taking the furniture apart, moving it, and re-assembling it… along with a fuck ton of other things.

But this is New York.  Things change on the fly before you realize it… and Poppy went right along with the change.

Yes.  Poppy is truly in a New Yorker mentality.