It started in a bar. There we were, two friends, who had known each other for years, just throwing back a few drinks after a long day of writing articles. It was normal banter, laughing at Mirri’s newest stupid antics, talking about Christian and Grace and their stupid lover’s quarrels and wondering what was taking Jason and Eleanor so long. Inside, I was dying, because here sat one of my dearest friends, who I knew cared for me but as nothing more than that. Owen came ambling in with his newest girl, Jem and they joined us at our booth. After a little while, Jamie came running in looking al flushed and excited. “WE WON!” he yelled, “huh? Won what?” I asked, “the TKOTN video award! We get to go to Las Vegas! All Expenses paid! In a jet charter flight!” We all cheered and I ordered another round. We began making plans immediately! We would get on our air charter service flight graciously provided byNew Flight Charters, accept our award and stealthily exit so we could do some gambling, eat at Terry’s favorite buffet and perhaps catch a show (Blue Man Group anyone?) Jason and Eleanor finally arrived and we decided to play poker at their house, and as we stepped out into the rain, he grabbed my hand, and that’s where it all began…