An Unexpectedly Fall-like Weekend – Pt. 3
Back home, we began the preparations for dinner, which naturally started with a cocktail and some crackers and cheese. Somehow we managed to warm the brie without a fully-functioning oven, and the martini of the evening was a sparkling peach concoction – about one part each citrus vodka, peach schnapps, and Izze sparkling peach soda.
Usually something like that would prove too sweet for a dry-loving palette, but this one was just tart enough to take away the sweetness. Andy made a killer bolognese sauce that had reduced to a thick, chunky mass of tomatoes, basil and tender meat – atop the fresh tortellini it was a little taste of glory.
After a few more cocktails, Jo Jo and I attempted to begin planning a Boston reunion of our John Hancock co-workers. We tried FaceBook with little success – the lone person we cound find has not yet accepted my request (ouch). We did, however, find the number of our friend Kira, who was at JH with us all those years ago, and after leaving a message with whomever had answered, Kira called us back.
Alas, Kira remembered even less than we did – so we don’t know anyone’s last name to even begin a proper search and find quest. However, we remain undaunted, and will try to do some sleuthing. Somewhere I have a notebook that I had everyone sign on my last day working there – that may hold the key.
After dinner, JoAnn and I stepped onto the back patio and had another lengthy discussion about family and friends. Things have shifted quite a bit for both of us, so it was good to be a sounding board for one another. The night closed in, darkly shading our tete-a-tete, and the long weekend was drawing to its close. The next morning she would depart, returning to Boston.
One quick breakfast entry left to come…