Voter is not my scene.
So after a full twelve hour day in the bi hall computer lab (the last 3 hours were actually productive) the rest was consisted of snickering loudly and sending obscene emails back and forth with Jack, I made my way to Voter where we stumbled onto the Voter "semi formal." For those non Midd kids, Voter is the computer lab, but on the third floor there are a number of suites where people like my friends Jack and Michelle live. Since the suites are always all seniors, it's a bit of a "senior year" institution. When I was a sophomore I knew some seniors that lived there and I thought their parties were the most exclusive engagements I had ever attended. Now two years later, I think it's overrated. Whenever they have parties, the girls get too drunk off things like jello shots and trash can punch and there are always a handful of random guys that come to aid the tipsy damsels. We stay up past 4am, someone comprimises their judgment... same old, same old. The parties consist of mingling and being seen and I always feel like I am turning corners and poking into corridors and alcoves looking for the center. At any other party, I'd make my way quickly through the crowds and find myself the center or at least somewhere else desirable, get comfortable with a big g&t and proceed to have some interesting debates or something boisterous with my most controversial friends and forget about being seen or politically correct. Voter parties are linear, people line the hallways and you strut from one end to another, stop off for a comment or two, and move along... to me it's disconcerting and shallow. My Mom would be dissappointed in me for not staying longer, the only concerns she ever voices is that I don't have enough "fun" and that I don't capitialize on enough opportunities to "meet boys." My work to recreation ratio is quite favorable and I am looking for a Mr. Right that can hold up his end of a conversation, and at keg parties good luck finding one that will actually admit to having read (and liked) a great book and be able to tell you why, read the newspaper in the past few weeks, least of all, walked into an art museum by choice....
Anyway, so I went in to the semiformal in my jeans and crappy "orientation leader" tshirt wet from the rain, said hello to a few people and came home, glad I did. I want to look over my thesis and hit the sheets, another "big" productive day scheduled for tomorrow.
Tomorrow (actually right now) is my parent's 24th wedding anniversary. Go Mom and Dad, I don't know how you do it really; but I guess things that seem to work naturally don't really warrant such ridiculous questions of how or why.
posted by lmjasinski at 12:59 AM
