It was a big week for reunions.
My Alaskan friends George and Debbie overnighted near the airport on their way to ride a canal boat in France. Mike and Heather picked them up at their hotel and took them out to dinner, and I got to ride along with them in the car so they could tell their dogs Bob and Max just how cute I continue to be.
They insisted on taking a picture, and although it’s not the usual “Chloë Visitor Portrait” shot, it’s the best we could do in the parking lot of their favorite Thai restaurant. And did I get anything for posing? No, sir, I had to wait in the car alone while they ate crispy garlic chicken and larb, and I didn’t even get a goodbye treat (the bag in Mike’s glove compartment was empty, if you can believe it!).
I did better the next Saturday, when the whole Syracuse gang arrived for football. Penny came over, too, back from her summer in the Adirondacks and full of piss and vinegar. We got to take a long walk at halftime and did a lot of wrasslin’ and chasing each other during the game, along with naps. Penny gave me a present, an SU bandanna just like hers, direct from Marshall Street in Syracuse. We wore our flags proudly, but soon the game got pretty dull, since it quickly became an Orange blowout. All the fans agreed, however, that in this kind of situation it’s always better to be the blow-er than the blow-ee.