The Gathering (Английский язык) (English, except that wee bit of Russian to the left)

So, Theresa, my oldest friend, we have known each other yay these many 28 years now, decided to convene what may be termed in broad strokes, a blogventionette. Ah, sometimes English can be specific, even if rather silly. And so seven of us met in the City of Brotherly Love for a weekend of fun, frivolity and interpersonal connectivity. Of the others, over the last few months, I had encountered them from time to time through Theresa's blog. I had no expectations about the weekend, nor, at the end of it, were there any disapointments. What I found was a group of individuals, all within ten years of my own age, who were intelligent, compassionate, articulate, curious and at least a little adventurous. Each was eccentric in his or her own way. We came from locales as disparate as Omaha, Atlanta, New York City, Virginia, Northeastern Pennsylvania, and I, of course, from the City that used to light and haul the world. We drank too much, swore too much, perhaps ate too much bad food, and certainly overextended the socially accetable use of innuendo and double entendre. However, at the end of the weekend, groso modo, no harm was done, and we parted, a merry company, then individuals each in our own direction. Will there be future gatherings? Of this none can be certain. I'm all too familiar with promises ranging from the well-intended and sincere to the downright shallow, serving only to save face for the moment. Something tells me though, that these promises to meet again on some crossroad hither or thither, will come to pass. Here's to hoping that we meet again on some other enchanted weekend!