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Hard to say which is the worse group picture.


 (unsatisfactory cold breakfast in the not-so-dark Dark Room)

(unsatisfactorily decorated belated birthday party for Jenny)

I keep posting about reunion because it was such a happy contrast to my present week, where I write and research all day long. A 5-day 20-pager take-home exam did not sound difficult last week. But it feels very difficult now. We spent a lot of time complaining about Bo' food over the weekend. It wasn't that the food was bad.  Breakfast did include oatmeal, porridge, an assortment of yogurt, fruit, cereals, and pastries. But it was continental breakfast.  In Moulton, of all places. That's not what we were used to.  Likewise with the outdoor reception with grilled chicken and steak strips.  It was tasty.  But cold.  (we're going to conveniently overlook the ice cream, snacks, and beer on standby all Saturday afternoon that only closed down for a couple of hours so they could set up for the lobster bake)

 (probably a bad picture, too, but hard to tell with the instagram styling, plus, it was in Thorne)

But on Sunday morning, we finally got to set foot in Thorne and have the classy jazz brunch we all remembered the Bo' to have.  There was lox, and smoked haddock (a little too salty for our tastes), omelets made to order, pancakes with Maine blueberries, maple syrup, and all the literal and figurative warmth we had craved all weekend.  Hoarse, tired, and sore, sitting at a round table with friends, and taking forever just to leave brunch because there were so many people to say hi to at so many other tables-- that's the Bo' I missed.  Yup, 5 years out, it all boils down to warm food and the illusion of having friends.