Black and Blue and Gold

I am off this weekend to the Homeland, location of the greatest University in all the land, to watch the Blue and Gold do battle yet again. The forecast is clear to partly cloudy, high's in the mid-to-low 60's, with a moderate amount of wind from the Northwest. As a bonus, I get to enjoy extensive family time. And yet, I am a bit sad.

Whither all my friends from college? Whither my wife? Alas, they are gone. The friends, the loyal Donkey? Cruely (yet fairly so), they are mired in their own toils and troubles of lives worth leading, and their given paths do not intersect the Crossroads of America. The wife, she is off to Saint Louis to attend the nuptuals of a childhood acquaintance. So it goes (KV--R.I.P.).

Whither, then, Cherith Cutestory? Shall I tailgate in the JACC parking lots with fellow strangers? Shall I crash Pigtostal, being held in its annual staging area on St. Pete's Street? Shall I reclaim the Donkey, summon my loyal friends, resurrect Grego out of clay, and refuse to vacate until the University allows us one more month of frivolity in the friendly confines of the DD?

No. None of this shall come to pass. I shall fade into the West, and remain Cherith Cutestory. And at some point, I will finish Saturday: Part III.