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which ruled. it had a solid vibe to it, good beer selection, awesome food and a fantastic staff. i felt a little disappointed that i didn't end up on the strip or in any number of random encounters. i set the bar high on the first two trips. and i think my issue is that there IS a bar and there there IS an expectation. the concept needs to be escaped. i felt good this year, like i actually gained friends out of all of it. that i found a solid middle ground where it won't feel a stretch to talk work with them at any point. and also about life and its chaos. to pull something personal out of them. to not be a unit that simply represents another unit. and all of this was done without team building exercises and without quarantine and playing little games with workbooks. it was just simple time spent together, both confirming and disspelling that we were all the exact charicatures that we all witnessed each other be from a distance. i spent time solo w/ people i don't often spend time with at all. everything felt alright. closer to home now, on a descent path with turbulence and atmosphere shifts. getting picked up by my father in what has always been the same kind of silent car ride with sort of misunderstood conversation patching up little in betweens. i get the idea that he never lived much as a young adult. but maybe he did. this could be me assuming, still adolescently, "he just doesn't get it." his conversation and