Not Done Yet
Most of this year I’ve been pretty removed from the campus party scene. In general I don’t miss it, but it has its place and this weekend was a good example. Friday I got dinner with my parents and Meg and they met and no one said anything too embarrassing about me, so that was good. The Pomona dance concert Friday night was pretty good (the hip hop was awesome). Pouring wine with Bobby was good as usual, and even better with his little sister there to do all the talking. Bobby had to fly home this morning so I think I’m going to be pouring again with her this afternoon at a thing in Ontario.
Saturday was even tighter, first playing tennis with alumni and then some friends, getting good beer at the Wash, and then borrowing a towel, razor, and deodorant from 3 different people to clean myself up for the evening. And I managed not to slit my throat with the razor! (Been using an electric for forever.) The Ballroom Dance concert Saturday night was really good, and making Kaitlyn almost fall by yelling “Kaitlyn we want to have your babies” was fun. Terry, You Ning, Paul, Jay, and all the people I don’t know were really good too. Then I got drunk with Bobby which I haven’t done since New Year’s, and shook my tailfeather all over the place back at the Wash.
Thanks to Meg for being willing to be seen with me, and probably for picking me up a few times after I fell down from uncontrolled dancing. And for sharing her cheese sticks at the Coop afterwards. Who could ask for anything more?
April 30th, 2006 at 4:14 PM
I’m glad you are happy.
May 2nd, 2006 at 12:21 AM
Your happy post just inspired me to make a happy post : ) Will you link my blog?
May 2nd, 2006 at 11:37 AM
Yay! Steph updated! of course I will link to you :)
May 2nd, 2006 at 6:02 PM
Cool. I feel special now. (I don’t anyone besides you reads my blog). I’m trying to use it to talk more psych stuff- both the science and how it relates to my life. Keep commenting so I’ll be inspired to write more.
Anyways, about meeting people- its a lot harder when your job is entertaining teens and their overbearing parents. This is probably the lamest part of my job. Because most of my ethusiam has to come from me (or my kids). I’m not surrounded by a bunch of driven peers to inspire me. And I mean meaningless more in the sense that its not meaningful to me. I really feel like I’m actually more capable of helping the kids I tutor than anyone else because I’m sooo like them. As much as I’m serving those that have already been served, I really am much better at tutoring AP Chem rather than remedial literacy. Mostly because I was never a illerate teen. Liberal idealogy maintains helping those that in pretty good shape is less noble than helping those at the bottom. I hope that there is enough goodness in this world that we can all be brought up rather than having us all equalled out.