Never underestimate the power of saying, "I'm glad you made it home OK, thanks for calling, I was really worried." Even if it's a complete lie, and even if you are talking to an independent girl like me, hearing it still feels really nice.
Tonight I hung out with Jenn and Ahn and Luci and Nate and Darlene in "Ahn's" apartment (Jenn had officially checked out). I got there kinda late and missed most of the fun, but it was cool to hang out in the apartments one last time. I hadn't hung out in an apartment since last year... probably during the first and last time I watched Dawson's Creek the night before I moved out. Ahhh memories.
Speaking of memories, I was reminded of how I used to hang out with Slarkin at the TAP desk when I stopped in to say hi to Zach tonight. Those were good times. I'm pretty sure Gurdeep still has no idea who I am. The apartments were the best. They may be tiny and a bit smelly... but it was so much more social than the guilded cage that is Liberty Square.
As I was leaving Zach offered to call the escort service for me, and I said no my car's right outside and joked about the odds of getting raped walking 15 yards to my car. So I said, "Adios! I'm going to go get raped now!" and he told me not to joke about stuff like that. Then as I was walking across the street, this sports car turns on it's headlights and revs it's engine and starts careening towards me. I ponder the thought of a door swinging open and yanking me inside, never to be heard from again... and begin to run... in a casual "I'm not scared" kind of way. Then I hear Jenn yell my name as she rolls down the window of the sportscar. I wasn't scared. Really. I just have an attuned sense of irony.
Just a few hours before, I had been telling Millie about how I used to be convinced that I would die before I graduated college... so all week I've really been watching my back and jumping at the slightest sign of a piano falling on my head or something like that and then Bumshweeka here gives me a heart attack in the parking lot!
So then Jenn and I said goodbye for the millionth time. And Milo and I went back to the empty edifice of the elite. It's so dirty in here... the shrapnel of the mass exodus of underclassmen is littered all over the lobby and hallways.
It's hard to distinguish today from any other day... only the abundance of parking in the square and the lack of country music, let me know that time has passed. It's the end of an era! ...as Monica and Rachel say. So true.
When Jenn said "Peace!" through the window of her car and drove off, I knew it was really over.
I'm home now. And tomorrow night I will be in my new/old home. I got home ok... and despite my jokes, I did not get raped... or run over.
Tonight I hung out with Jenn and Ahn and Luci and Nate and Darlene in "Ahn's" apartment (Jenn had officially checked out). I got there kinda late and missed most of the fun, but it was cool to hang out in the apartments one last time. I hadn't hung out in an apartment since last year... probably during the first and last time I watched Dawson's Creek the night before I moved out. Ahhh memories.
Speaking of memories, I was reminded of how I used to hang out with Slarkin at the TAP desk when I stopped in to say hi to Zach tonight. Those were good times. I'm pretty sure Gurdeep still has no idea who I am. The apartments were the best. They may be tiny and a bit smelly... but it was so much more social than the guilded cage that is Liberty Square.
As I was leaving Zach offered to call the escort service for me, and I said no my car's right outside and joked about the odds of getting raped walking 15 yards to my car. So I said, "Adios! I'm going to go get raped now!" and he told me not to joke about stuff like that. Then as I was walking across the street, this sports car turns on it's headlights and revs it's engine and starts careening towards me. I ponder the thought of a door swinging open and yanking me inside, never to be heard from again... and begin to run... in a casual "I'm not scared" kind of way. Then I hear Jenn yell my name as she rolls down the window of the sportscar. I wasn't scared. Really. I just have an attuned sense of irony.
Just a few hours before, I had been telling Millie about how I used to be convinced that I would die before I graduated college... so all week I've really been watching my back and jumping at the slightest sign of a piano falling on my head or something like that and then Bumshweeka here gives me a heart attack in the parking lot!
So then Jenn and I said goodbye for the millionth time. And Milo and I went back to the empty edifice of the elite. It's so dirty in here... the shrapnel of the mass exodus of underclassmen is littered all over the lobby and hallways.
It's hard to distinguish today from any other day... only the abundance of parking in the square and the lack of country music, let me know that time has passed. It's the end of an era! ...as Monica and Rachel say. So true.
When Jenn said "Peace!" through the window of her car and drove off, I knew it was really over.
I'm home now. And tomorrow night I will be in my new/old home. I got home ok... and despite my jokes, I did not get raped... or run over.
posted by Meegs @ 5/13/2004 01:24:00 AM
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