It turns out vachementmoi is indeed a real live woman, and Tristan is an (undeniably) alive kid. Got to meet them last night in Dearborn, where I'd never been before. We ate cheap, good Middle Eastern food and hung out. Free entertainment courtesy of the young Frenchman.
M. is great. Very down-to-earth and fer-real. Hyphenated stuff like that there.
The distraction was fleeting, nonetheless; it was another hard night on Tremmel Ave, to which I'm off again now (leaving work).