Parking in the short term at the airport was easy but not cheap, so Julia and I sat in a fast food restaurant parking lot not far from the airport and waited for her younger sister to call. Carrie was arriving Thursday night, a day early for a long weekend. We listened to Julia's Chill playlist and played the Anal Game. "Anal Accord," Julia said and pointed to a passing Honda. "Anal Escape," I gestured at a Ford creeping...