Unfortunately, this left me with a long weekend where most of the people I knew were elsewhere doing other things (not uncommon during those days).
Then in the middle of the weekend, a news even occurred which had me regretting not finding a way to get to San Antonio. As soon as a traffic accident claimed the life of the Princess of Wales, the TVs, and even much of the other talk around, became obsessed with talking about this accident and death, and the life that ended. Very quickly, I found myself completely sick of the whole affair, which left me with even less to do and feeling more isolated.
Now as the anniversary approaches and TV again becomes obsessed with the story, I'm remembering how annoyed I felt then, and how much I'd wanted to spend that weekend with friends who didn't give a darn about it.
At least now, it isn't quite as overwhelming, and I've got my family to spend time with.