After a nice brunch with family friends in Anchorage, Aimee and I headed to the airport to fly back to Boston, via Seattle. As we stood in line to check in – quick quiz: do you get in line behind the people with the dog, or the people with the half-dozen boxes of frozen fish? Or what about the guy with the ton of hockey equipment? Answer: it doesn’t matter. No matter where you stand, you’re going to wait in a long line leaving Anchorage – anyway, as we were waiting to check in, I talked to Amanda in Seattle, who said she’d head out to the airport to entertain us during our three-hour layover. Earlier in the week, I’d put this offer to Brent, also in Seattle, but I hadn’t heard back. When we landed at SeaTac, Amanda was on her way to meet us, and so, apparently, was Brent, whom I received a voicemail from upon landing. So, we met Amanda, got her car parked in the lot, and then went looking for Brent, whom I found not too long after, and we all settled down for some Pyramid Curve Ball Kölsch in the Alaska departure wing. It was really an abundance of luck that they were both free and willing to drive out and that we all found each other. It was great to see both Amanda and Brent again after a few months/many months, and even better to be able to introduce Aimee and Amanda to Brent, all of whom had heard about one another but neither of whom had ever met him. We chatted, watched some Olympics, and enjoyed ourselves, and before we knew it, it was time to catch the overnighter back to Boston. What a treat, though, to have so many favorite people in one place.