Hello, Old Friend

The wind is crazy out there in B'ton today. The kind of crazy I remember from Eddie Bert where I had to hold on to steady myself. The kind of crazy that rendered the $6 umbrella I hastily purchased immediately useless (I'd just gotten soaked earlier in the morning). Not only did I have no use for it, but I had to close it tightly in my hands to make sure it didn't fly away or cut me. Like an episode of Scandal, this weather is absolutely bananas. 

Not that I mind. It's been 24 hours of reuniting with old friends. Nik said that this was an American tradition-- meeting with friends before Thanksgiving-- and I guess she has a point. Between breakfast and lunch today, I'm hiding out from the weather at Flour Cafe right now--another old friend. If all goes well, I will have had meals with friends from high school, college, and grad school, and in that order, too, by the end of the day. All I need is Young Bo now (or Uzi, or Jen) to bridge the intervening years. 

(I used my scarf to cover my head from the rain)

Moi: I feel like a little orphan. 

Nik: You look like a babushka.