Li (the dawg*) gave us a whole ten hours to scramble for his farewell party. A curious lot we were, Comps Man, Mystery Man, the President, the Party Pooper (ok ok, maybe it was still international jet lag), and Strange Minor Bridge – CommGrads spanning four cohorts – and a professor (mentor, landlord, friend). A group of multipurpose all around good people; (or, as SMB insisted, people who have no other friends and therefore had no conflict with such last minute planning.)
We exceeded the carefully-specified boundaries (4:20-6:20). Then the moment of goodbye. I felt sad. 🙁
Qiao and I went back to the house to bid farewell to the Big Stomach (a.k.a. Chow Hound) and Qun.
We did not beat the six-hour record set one verbose evening back-in-the-day, but I did stay until midnight. Was it me, entertaining the baby? Them, taking care of me? 🙂 For every and any reason, it was good to linger.
Next stop: Chong Qing.
*Dawg = another meaning for a friend, an acquaintance…”What up Dawg!”
1. n. a title for your friends, see “homie.” 2. a guy who goes with all the girls, even if he has a girlfriend. A tramp. “Jimmy’s such a dawg! Look at him over there with those hoochies.”
With certain inflections (according to Demers): “How dare you!”

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