Welcome back, oh Guru of Angst and Great Music!
Obviously, I can't add anything that hasn't already been said, but here's being large with the unoriginal:
So sorry for your loss. Life can be so fucking unfair and it always happens to the very best people.
Congratulations on the big luuurve!! Makes it even more gracious of you to waste time on bunnies like us who are still dependent on our vicarious smootchies... I did ask Wiccachica to marry me, but she got all avoidy, so I don't it's gonna happen...
Nuff said, no more private stuff, as per request.
Goddess, have I missed some good angst in my life! I've even succumbed to writing my own story to sustain me during the absence, which I solemnly swore I would never... I didn't realize that one would get so obsessed with it... And who would have thought that angst is such fun to write!
As for this story having long to go: Go team you!!
When something is good, you just want it to last forever, so the longer the better in my opinion. Bring it on, girlfriend!
This chapter is another great example of what makes this fic unique and interesting. The mundane little details like coffee and parking garages makes everything seem so logical and natural, even though we're not in Sunnydale anymore, Toto... It's fascinating how well the characters just fit into this environment like a glove, still being totally Willow and Tara, just a little older.
I'm so glad you are with me on Anya. Of course she can be crass, but she can also be extremely kind and loyal, so I feel that she sometimes is too hard done by, in fic especially. After all, when Willow said she couldn't sleep without Tara (neither can I actually, so Amber: Sorry, you'll have to move in with me

) Anya offered her to sleep in her bed, which was a very kind and generous offer, I thought. Also, she did offer Tara to look at the money in Bargaining, which after all is the best thing in the world to her, so that was also extremely kind after an Anya fashion. Also, I'm sorta kinda a little like her, so I feel I need to stand up for all the loudmouthed, opinionated, unsuitably frank women of the world...
I can also feel sometimes that some fic writers (present company excluded, of course) exaggerate Tara's shyness a little. Yes, she stutters, and has perhaps fewer friends than Willow, but I just wish I had the guts to pull an "I am you know...Yours.." when I was interested in a woman. I also wish I would look like Amber while doing it, or at least master The Look that she does that makes one swoon in a tiny embarrassing lump, but, Alas! it is not to be...

Anyway, I just don't think she's that shy romantically, or when she's alone with Willow in general. Large crowds yes, but I think she's rather enterprising about courting...
I am also eternally grateful to you for adding yet another terrific playlist to my expanding horizon! You are my absolute Supreme Guru of Modern Music, you know! I seem to like what you do, so keep 'em coming and I'll be a happy bunny! I am listening to the Walkmen as I write...Your taste in music rules. I have gone from " Les Savy what?" to owning all their albums and actually being told I have cool taste in music by an american 19-year old on the bus... That has soo never happened to me before... Just let me now if you ever need a comprehensive guide to German opera or something like that, ' cause then I'm your gal...
I bow to thee, Guru of Music and Angst
MJ