Mi Ella

(Mac and Gak: these princes of Maine had the audacity to pass on lobster at the Lobster Bake)

As I had previously alluded to, it was a rainy reunion weekend in Maine.  So at the end of the professor-led-80s-cover-band concert on Saturday (what, your school doesn't have one?), there was a  mad scramble for umbrellas and rain coats.  I don't know how it is at other schools, but we're very trusting children.  Everyone just tossed off their jackets and umbrellas onto the union chairs and assumed that they'd be there at the end of the night.  Many weren't.  Our class facebook page is now filled with "did you see my-" posts, much like our Student Digests were every Monday morning.  Alex was one such unfortunate soul who found herself umbrella-less at the end of the night.  So she did what any good Bo' Christian Fellowship alum would do: she asked for my help in "procuring" an umbrella.  In my defense, I thought I was just pointing to a Bo' umbrella and asking if that was hers.  It was not.  She picked up the polka dotted one instead and we made a run for it into the pouring rain.  Much to our delight, we were greeted at the door by a fleet of golf carts and undergrad attendants at our disposal.  Despite the wet seats, we hopped on one and said, "to the tower!  as fast as you can!"  And even though the golf cart negated the need for the umbrella, and even though we still got incredibly wet because of the ride, we greatly appreciated having a getaway car for our theft.  Alex even made the cart wait around so we could document the occasion with a proper picture.  

We had so much fun with the escapade that we were still laughing about it the next morning at brunch.  Until Lisa dampened our joy by saying that she was one of the unfortunate souls that lost an umbrella.  Then she turned on us.

Lisa: What did the one you stole look like?

Moi: I don't want to go first.  What did yours look like?

Lisa: What did you take?!

Moi: It was black... with white polka dots...

Lisa: That's my umbrella!  It was by the chairs.  Lauren told me to just take one but I said no, I will not perpetuate the cycle.

Moi: ... hey, I think I found your umbrella.  It's in Alex's room.