Who was the Two Hundredth Visitor?

I checked my counter this morning from the Blog Patrol website and noticed that my counter now read 200. But I had no comments! Who was the two hundredth visitor? Forever it will be A Mystery and now, the moment is gone. Glory snatched away from me by an anonymous someone's non-commenting whim. On Friday Andy and I dated for the first time in ages, went to see Rhian Sheehan play at Stage. I hadn't seen live electronica for so long, and had forgotten just how great it was to watch (I can see the music, man!) We had dinner at home, then a bottle of wine at Tupelo and on to the gig. And the whole time I kept thinking about all the things I was going to miss about Wellington, all the people and places. Of course, lots of these things are also the things that annoy me, like not being able to be hungover at work without five or six people coming into the store and then thinking you're incredibly rude for not being disgustingly friendly (and in fact being grumpy and hungover). Or being stopped on the street whenever you're in a hurry by someone you haven't seen for two months who really wants to chat. In Wellington I feel like I know too many people, and I spend a lot of my time feeling guilty about not seeing them. In Adelaide I will be a very small and friendless fish in a substantially larger pond. Its going to take me a while to get used to that, but in my head that anonymity is connected to a feeling of freedom. Anonymity here I come! In thirty (30) days...