So, Friday afternoon, I realize that my ATM card is gone. By today, I've come to the conclusion that I was in a rush and took my receipt and my money, but not my card out of the campus center ATM on Thursday. A new card is on the way...it'll arrive sometime next week. Great.
Friday night was fine...caught up with some old friends, my friend CGB spilled a vodka tonic on my feet because she was drunk and SMF and I were hit on by some current HC hockey players. Oy. After a quick visit to the football practice field to make sure our guy friends hadn't broken an ankle or thrown out a back, we retreated to our dorm room. We were, however, blessed with an RA room, because HC is nice to those of us who work here. So, our own bathroom was REALLY clutch and very convenient. The two of us dissolved into giggles as we climbed into bed and realized that for 4 years, we'd slept on "mattresses" made of cheap plastic stuffed with styrofoam. Comfy!
On Saturday, we headed up to breakfast, attended a little workshop organized by a friend (so we were guilted into going), and headed to the picnic. It had POURED rain all night long and was still drizzling, so the walk across the grassy field was just delightful. Lukewarm burgers were served with yummy pasta salad and decent potato salad and cheap beer out of kegs. Felt like college all over again. I left for a couple of hours to attend a med school graduation party, then came back to the dorm before heading to our class mass. My friend MTD is from Omaha. We met the first day of our first year and have been pretty friendly ever since. I love her family and stopped for an Omaha steak dinner on my drive cross-country. The 2 of us had a freaky synch going on all weekend where we'd walk out of our dorm rooms at pretty much the same time to go everywhere. It felt like frosh year all over again.
After mass, we got ready for the cocktail reception, dinner and dance. This was sort of the event I was dreading. (But I did look *good*) A LOT of time with many classmates, most of whom would be drunk (not really my thing) and hours of awkward interactions. While I had 4 good girlfriends there and while there were others I enjoyed catching up with, I wound up feeling trapped for the majority of the evening. I ducked down to the lower dining hall a few times to catch up with my work friends who were eating their dinner with the class of '96. A live band played during the "dance party" portion of the evening and I had fun for parts of it. When we headed back to the dorms at 1 AM, it was still pouring rain and we soon kicked off our shoes and headed up the 5 staircases between the dining hall and the dorm barefoot. While my friends went to find more booze and party, I jumped in a hot shower and got into bed. It was so loud that I didn't get much sleep, but at least I was warm and semi-comfortable.
Sunday morning, SMF wanted coffee before our friends were ready to go out to brunch. So half awake and not having washed my face, I headed up to the campus center with her...where I was greeted by my bosses...the president of the College, the senior VP, our development VP and my very own boss, TGH. I was so tired that I think I acted (and looked) hung over. Lovely.
After a fun brunch with friends, I headed home to watch Lost on DVD (this show is really good, I agree, M & kj!!) and do some laundry. As I transferred the load from washer to dryer, I saw that I had just sent my cell phone through an entire wash cycle. So I need to replace that too. I'm feel like I'm losing my mind.
This weekend, I get to do it all over again. Except, pressure is off as it's the "older" classes. I can just hang out with my work friends and go to bed early. I'm psyched.
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Oh Kris, I am sorry that it went that way. In some ways, you managed to sum up why I skipped my reunion. I am sure that your bosses will not judge you based on being exhausted from half-sleeping in a dorm of partiers, though. I hope you gave my love to SMF.
kris, this was a joy to read. it might have been your good attitude in the midst of some draggy events, but i think also your writing is crisp and energetic. it held me the whole way.
how interesting to follow your "return to the past". anticipation aside, it is what it is, and your story sums that up in a riveting just-the-facts-ma'am way.
a really good piece of writing!
Woohoo -- Lost fan in the making!! :) I have those I-just-woke-up-and-don't-look-so-hot moments a lot ... my mother-in-law lives up the road and she always seems to stop by when I'm still in my jammies, disheveled, and bra-less, and the house is usually looking like a toy box blew up. I want to tell her, "Really, I'm not like this all the time ... hee hee." I'm so sorry about the cell and MAC card. :( My sister has the best "guess what I put through the laundry" story ... she did her husband's laundry after a deer hunting trip and thought the dryer sounded like it was rattling a little too much ... she checked ... bullets!!
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