1) The tradition continues. We all work on Memorial Day to get ready for Reunions (next week!). I was in at 8 AM and left at 4:15 PM, and it was a good day - except for it being 80 degrees in the office unless the windows were wide open. What on earth?!
2) Early in my 20s, still a closeted undergrad, my best friend was a woman named Erika who was older than I and - in retrospect - had more than a few problems. She moved to Albany for some unexplained or forgotten reason, but when she came to visit once, I collected her at the old Greyhound station on St. James Street (now long gone) and whisked her immediately into Legal's (when it was still at the Pahk Plahzah) for a very late lunch. "In an instant you've takem my drab life and brought into the glamorous!" she said (or something close to). And that is exactly how I felt meeting my best friend (not Erika; she disappeared years ago, literally) for drinks at Bah Boulud Dahling. I'd never been, and we lounged - me somewhat indolently - over a couple frosé cocktails with gigantic floral straws and dendrobium orchid garnishes. Definitely feeling fabulous (but looking - how shall I say this? - now quite pulled together).
2a) I thought about how that stretch of Boylston Street had changed since my very first visit to Boston in April, 1982, when that stretch of Back Bay was a bit sketchy. Now it's like the more glamorous parts of New York.
2b) Quote of the Day: Best Friend looking pointedly at me and saying "High school superlatives: most likely to make best use of servants." And I would, too, if I had 'em! :-)
3) Happily home in bed now, putting aside thoughts of Reunions until the morrow.