The family returned home just as my chauffeur Kenneson pulled up to escort me to a day of merrymaking at Fairfax Corner. What was supposed to be a populous valedictory pow-wow for Nizar ended up being just us four enjoying hours of Kenneson antics, semi-professional massages, painful harmonization, and exotically flavored frozen yogurt.
At dinner, Patrick, Nizar, Kenneson, and our waiter Tyler took especial pleasure in making an absolute fool of me, lobbing joke after joke as I, the "needy female," sat helplessly eating my "fried whatever." Kenneson banned cell phones during the meal, and I removed mine from our pile o' pagers only to take a photograph of . . . the pile o' pagers.
But even the utter joy and mindlessness of the day wasn't enough to distract from the wall of realization that hit me when I bid Varlet #1 farewell. These boys have carried me through this year (and the last!) and it's odd to think that we won't have another "VDV" meeting until Thanksgiving.