Apologies to one Mr. Yuan. My time up north ran out before I had a time to see you. They were 24 jampacked hours.
In the few times I've visited the Bo' since graduation, certain routines have become expected: I will see Riles on Saturday morning, almost always miss the Band Man on Friday, and bump into P Ballin' without meaning to (though I should mean to, because she's certifiably the best dressed prof on campus). I will have at least one meal with Lisa, Bobby, and Seames, and love it because of them. And no matter how much time I spend with Megan, it will feel too short. Such are my post-Bo' rituals. This weekend was no different, but included a few extra gems:
* The presence of other people my age. On campus. As if we belong there. Walking to Thorne to felt Gak and Vannie brought some strange deja vus, in a very good way.
*Winning at Scattergories-- you know what? I don't need Boggle to be awesome. (The sausage pizza preceding Scattergories was also stupendous)
* Laughing at dinner with Chris, who was donning a Barack shirt ironically and doing his best impression of an "intense childhood in Ghana." We probably haven't eaten dinner together since sophomore year.
* An excursion to Freeport that yielded new clothes and a better yet, a Bo' student discount. (Gak probably didn't enjoy the trip as much, but whatever, he got to pretend to be a bodyguard)
* A moment alone with Susie. Still the best facilitator and big-picturer I've ever met.
Of course, the weekend was not without its demerits, like when Lisa and I did a round through Joshua's and realized that we had no one to say hi to. Or the same thing happening a day later with Jenny in Druck. Or the realization that Riles continues to not only know better bands than I do, but also more authentic Asian restaurants in the area. And that random Chinese people abroad also approach her to speak Chinese. Despite the fact that she's a white professor and in her fifties (?). She is both out Chinese-ing and out-cooling me on every level. That's a thought I'll need more than a weekend to decompress.
In the few times I've visited the Bo' since graduation, certain routines have become expected: I will see Riles on Saturday morning, almost always miss the Band Man on Friday, and bump into P Ballin' without meaning to (though I should mean to, because she's certifiably the best dressed prof on campus). I will have at least one meal with Lisa, Bobby, and Seames, and love it because of them. And no matter how much time I spend with Megan, it will feel too short. Such are my post-Bo' rituals. This weekend was no different, but included a few extra gems:
* The presence of other people my age. On campus. As if we belong there. Walking to Thorne to felt Gak and Vannie brought some strange deja vus, in a very good way.
*Winning at Scattergories-- you know what? I don't need Boggle to be awesome. (The sausage pizza preceding Scattergories was also stupendous)
* Laughing at dinner with Chris, who was donning a Barack shirt ironically and doing his best impression of an "intense childhood in Ghana." We probably haven't eaten dinner together since sophomore year.
* An excursion to Freeport that yielded new clothes and a better yet, a Bo' student discount. (Gak probably didn't enjoy the trip as much, but whatever, he got to pretend to be a bodyguard)
* A moment alone with Susie. Still the best facilitator and big-picturer I've ever met.
Of course, the weekend was not without its demerits, like when Lisa and I did a round through Joshua's and realized that we had no one to say hi to. Or the same thing happening a day later with Jenny in Druck. Or the realization that Riles continues to not only know better bands than I do, but also more authentic Asian restaurants in the area. And that random Chinese people abroad also approach her to speak Chinese. Despite the fact that she's a white professor and in her fifties (?). She is both out Chinese-ing and out-cooling me on every level. That's a thought I'll need more than a weekend to decompress.
1 comment:
I didn't even see you. And you didn't call me. lol I was too lazy to call you.
But yea homecoming was crazy. And I even got a picture with the polar bear! :)
~Dan Yuan
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