I agreed to go last in the chain of Minnesotan guest bloggers and, predictably, most of my sentiments have already been expressed by those who went before me. The food was Thai and it was delicious (but you already knew that). The company was good and Loralee–who, incidentally, I am forever calling “Lorelai” after the Gilmore Girls character of that name, not because of any special resemblance, but because I’m a dork–was lovely in a myriad of ways. But you already knew that too, most of you for years now.
I do want to mention that meeting her was not what I expected. I thought it would be surreal, like meeting someone famous, anyone else I’ve known only through photographs and videos and writing. Usually, meeting someone under those circumstances means stripping away protective layers of carefully constructed persona. It means perceiving someone as actually real for the first time.
But walking up to the table where Jessie, Jonathan, and Loralee were already seated was one of the least startling and most comfortable things I’ve ever done. It was exactly like I had stepped into one of the dozens of pictures I’ve seen here of Loralee at restaurants with friends. I realized in a flash, I already know her.
And so I’d like to thank Loralee for being brave enough and honest enough to let us all know her, whether we’ve shared spring rolls with her or not.