So apparently the only two people in the greater Little Rock area obsessed enough with OS to show up at the anniversary party were me and Fabflamingo, my artist compadre from across the river in Argenta.   

We met up at a place close to my heart -- The Oyster Bar. I got married there last year, I practically grew up in the place.  It's a good old down-home dive that serves the best shrimp etoufee I've ever eaten.  Fabflamingo has her own history with the place.  She's best friends with the owner's sister.  

 We spent the next two and a half hours drinking beer and talking about our lives.  She's waaaay more funny in person.  In fact, I don't think I've laughed that much in a very long time.  We also have entirely too much in common, including the tendency to be a little top-heavy.  It's a little scary. . .

 I ate etoufee (of course, it's the only thing I ever eat at OB. I'm obsessed) and had my limit of one beer (I am still cursing whatever little god gave me this stomach problem. I miss drinking. Really, I do.  *sigh*) and Fab told me stories that if she doesn't write I"m going to come over there to Argenta and knock her upside her sweet southern head.  

I had no idea so much time had gone by when we got ready to leave, which is the sign of a superior conversation in my opinion.   I hope there's more OSers who show up next year, but if not that's okay too. I don't mind sharing the title of Representative Hillbilly OSer with Fabflamingo.  It'll just give us an excuse to drink beer at the OB once a year.  

Cheers!