College is more about random trips to Perkins (the ones that are actually open, not getting their carpets redone in the middle of the night) than it is about class. If only I could convince my professors of this.
Favorite exchange of the evening:
Anna: I can’t believe next year I’m going to have to go up stairs to visit you! You’ve always been just two rooms away!
Rachel: Next year I’ll only be twelve steps away, just like sobriety.
Speaking of sobriety…it was Case Day/Vincent Comes Alive on Saturday. Hoo boy. Everyone must have had a good time, because they keep asking me to remind them what they did. Everyone was, ahem, buzzed, except me. The only thing buzzing (rim shot) about me was my gaydar.
Such is life.