So this weekend was my 5-year reunion from Whitman (whoot whoot!). I was really excited and anxious to see everyone and catch up and pretend to be a college student again, but at the same time a little weirded out that I was still in W2 and all these people were coming back to a place I never left... :-\ Small talk was bound to be awkward.
Anyway, the weekend started out great with a beer garden thing on campus. I squeeled, hugged, kissed, and caught up with good friends, and made awkward small talk with not so good friends (I mean we're not even friends on FB. Gawd!). Of course, then EVERYONE AND THEIR MOTHER ended up going to the Green, because way back in the day, that was the ONLY respectable bar in town (within walking distance, that is). We had some tastey fish tacos and dominated the pool table and had an all around good time, but I decided to make it an early night... I knew I had to rest up.
OK, so Saturday went like this:
Stole cheap ass pastries from the President's breakfast.
Headed to Clarettes for real b-fast with TriDelts (was too late to actually eat, however).
Post B-fast nap (too much sugar in pastries).
Reunion class photos.  |
| Post class photo photo-op. I love Kyle. :) |
Psych Dept get together.
Ditched Psych to hang with the History Dept (cuz they had beer...).
Whitman Volleyball game... we lost.
Attended shitty, f-ing bullshit soiree at the MW.
OK, so Whitman is a cheap mo-fo. They charged 30 bucks for this soiree thing, and promised enough "heavy hors d'oeuvres" to pretty much replace dinner, and yet they RAN OUT OF F-ING FOOD an hour into the event. Seriously??!?! So I had like 2 carrot sticks, a piece of cheese and a grape. And THEN, the President decided to make a superb ASS of himself by retelling a terrible story that completely ripped apart the integrity of one of the fraternities. At least Cronin wasn't ashamed of his douchey ways ("If there's a will, we want to be in it"), but George, you're just a douche. So, thanks Whitman. I'm not giving you another DIME!!
Thankfully the night was saved by a group of guys my class lovingly refers to as the Monstro boys. They threw an AMAZEBALLS party which totally made up for the complete disaster that was the soiree. There was good beer, good music, some random drawing contests, a game of charades, and the tastiest 2 a.m. grilled cheese I've ever had, but best of all there was no cliquey bullshit. Everyone talked to everyone and it was awesome. We did get a visit from the cops around midnight, but she took one look at us, saw the wrinkles and wished us a good night. :)
I left around 3:30 and the party was still going strong. I can't imagine what the boys felt like the next day. I know I felt like death warmed over, and I didn't have hours of travel ahead of me on Sunday. But the Monstro boys are troopers, so I have no doubt they rallied like champs. :) I heart those boys.
All in all, I'd say it was a great weekend. Whitman at least provided an excuse for us all to be in the same place at the same time, so for that, they did their job. They do, however, need to re-evaluate their strategy for our 10-year... cuz that bullshit ain't gonna fly next time. ;-)
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