Saturday

The last 24 hours have been surreal. frmAmy (not to be confused with me) and I trekked up to the Bo' to serve on a young alum panel that Riles arranged.

Band Coffee
Before the panel, we'd planned on coffee at the cafe with the Band Man. I'd even started dreaming of those vanilla milkshakes with a shot of espresso that alternately made my senior year and upset my body. But in the end, we had water out of mason jars at the Band House. Amy and I shared our favorite humiliating soc stories that the Band Man had forgotten until now. Or maybe he'd never noticed. We didn't register much in his mind.

Amy: (after a story about how kids in class confused us) So which one of us emailed you?

Band Man: Uh... you. (pointing straight to the space between us)

(debriefing the event)

Amy: That was really nice.

Moi: Almost makes you wish that things had gone... a little more awkward?

Dinner at Thorne

As part of our panel, we had dinner in the dining hall, where we all fell back into old habits. There were even seniors for us to bump into to and exchange plans with, which made us feel wonderfully at home (though there was no way we were actually going to the ASA Fashion Show). The highlight was perhaps my tearful reunion with the salad dressing Creamy Oriental. Nobody makes that like the Bo'.

The Suite Life

Due to a most fortunate mix up, Amy and I were put in different rooms at the bed & breakfast. Amy was in a room with a giant television and two queen beds. I was in a suite with 2 bedrooms: 1 day bed, 1 king bed, and 2 twins. All to ourselves. Needless to say, Amy and I freaked out like the country bumpkins that we are. And stole as much toiletries as we could. Extending the classy streak, instead of going out, Bree, Gak, and Seames spent the night in with us, comfortably sprawled on the ridiculously large bed with Papa John's pizza.