See You When I See You

I met up with Amy on Wednesday.  I arrived at the Harvard T stop at the appointed time and called her to let her know which exit I was waiting at-- the one next to Out of Town News.  I tell you this as a way of setting an example.  A few minutes later, I learned via email from stolen Starbucks wifi that Amy had lost her phone and would be super late.  She would meet me, she said, if I ever get the message, "at the Dunkin Donuts near Harvard Square."  Which was a lot like saying "I'll meet you by the hospital in Longwood."  Or "the bookshelves in the library."

This was Massachusetts, after all, which part of Harvard Square, and just which Dunkin Donuts?  In fact, every time I have told this story, someone has named a different Dunkin Donut.  "The one near Grafton Street?"  "Thank God I didn't even think of that one."  "At least she didn't say Starbucks," Emily said (though Google reveals that there are slightly more Dunkins in the area).  I bumped into Emily en route to what I thought of as "the Dunkin near Harvard."  She convinced me to wait in the one inside the station.  That was, until I bumped into Christine, who convinced me to wait for the one by the IHOP (because the one in the station isn't technically near Harvard Square, it is in Harvard Station).  An hour, one hot chocolate, and many twists and turns around Cambridge later, I found Amy, who waited in blind faith in the one in the station for 15 minutes before I found her.  We ate a late lunch.  Then ate some more even when we weren't hungry, because that's what you do at an Indian buffet.  Then we had dessert even though we weren't hungry.  Because that's what you do with free birthday desserts from Finale.  Then we parted ways and had dinner even when we weren't hungry, because that's what you do with friends.