Finding Peace and Quiet
The only way to really characterize the last few days have been intense - good people, good parties, some thick drama, two hefty hangovers and I spent the entire day in bed just recouping from all of this madness. If anything, this week has been evidence that I am done with college and it is time to move on. Since my computer isn't up and running I've set up camp at the Grille and I am anxiously awaiting the best turkey club sandwich in the world, I completely need this. Let's recollect and remember the last few crazy days.
Last night was all around, one of my best nights at Midd. It started with an outdoor clambake with copper ale and talk about documentaries with Jeremy and others. Came to home base, cleaned myself up something pretty - heels and little black dress and all for the wine and cheese semi-formal at the CFA. Great band, walked through the museum with Yoshi and just in general enjoyed bonding moments of girltalk, gossip, and chit-chatty wine. Back to Forest to shed the formal wear for more comfortable digs - found myself in the girls' suite in Ross - Juan, Michele, Minie, Luisa, Kristin and Nates and John. Before long, the salsa music blared and these Caribbean kids really impressed the hell out of me with their swinging, kicking, latin dancing. It was an only at Middlebury moment would college kids pass up R&B for latin dancing. It was a lot of fun, pina coladas were poured, and I played the every important role of the white girl from Connecticut perched in the corner drinking. From there, I walked across the street to Yoshi's apartment for drinking beer out of an illegal bathroom keg, standing on the porch and having an absolute blast recounting our debating glory and talk of Madisonian futures with J-Dog and bonding with Maggie, a girl who lived on my hall this spring and spent her high school years brewing coffee at the Starbucks across the street from the Gap in Glastonbury. The strangest thing about this week has been these impromptu bonding moments and friendship bonds with people I didn't really know in college. In a lot of ways, it has been invigorating but also endearing. I think it has also been refreshing because the week hasn't been a stream of tiring familiar conversations and routines. Maggie and I chatted for a while, not only about our shared disgust for the Glastonians, but about a lot of other things and friendships and college. Back to the porch, chatted with a former classmate about architecture. I have to give Yoshi a lot of credit for pulling off the perfectly chill and ever fun party that he always does - he also sweet talked more than one security guard away from citing our 65 open containers. Eventually returned back to Forest at an unknown hour with Nates, John, Kristin and my new friend, an artist who is really into China named Mike. I met him the other night at the pub crawl and I've really enjoyed his company ever since. Much drunker and more exhausted than any of us new, conversation took a violently aggressive turn when Mike made a rather innocuous comment that many of Nathan's posters had an Asian feel, in either composition, execution, or theme. For some reason, this offended Nathan to the core and it turned into a knock down drag out battle. Art history books were consulted on Van Gogh and Japanese prints, I called it quits and passed out around 5am when the conversation was turning away from painting toward Gertrude Stein and Baudelaire, although Nathan and John continued well past 8am. Nutso. Such are the things senior weeks are made of. After all of that, and again being reminded how violently my body accepts gin, I spent the day in bed just resting and passing up another schmoozy open bar event at the President's House. I got to see Jack on the news and that lifted my tired spirits.
Yesterday, in the daylight hours, I was able to reconnect with some of my favorite professors and administrators. Still haven't found my glasses yet, which makes life generally more difficult but it is my fault and I need to remind my sister to bring my spares. Tomorrow Justin and Aaron come back into town, I have this award ceremony (the committee I've been working with), and then Nathan's parents are throwing us a BBQ, I think they are taking me out to dinner as well, I'll need to confirm that when I see my roomie later tonight. It is always very interesting to meet someone's parents, so I am looking forward to this. It's been a very good week, even erring to the side of being very intense, late, and exhausting. Just what I needed and it feels good to stand on my own two feet and be back in the meshes of it all. Earlier in the week, I went up to Burlington to see Jack and go shopping. We had a very nice day together and I discovered this creative new Mexican dish (not from New Mexico, per se, but new to me and Mexican) sweet potato enchiladas. Coming back to Midd, I then proceeded to go all out on Monday and hit up parties galore.
I never really commented about Idol when so much other stuff came up and since my computer is fritzy. Break down of the season: I was a Clay fan in the beginning, then he bored me and I liked Rube, and then the last few performances really turn me into a Claynamanic. I downloaded several of his final performances and I think he really brought the house down at the end. In Ruben's defense, I actually like him on "Flying Without Wings," but my loyalties went back to Clay. I think that this season turned out right though and both will go onto develop and go great things in their careers. I like that they aren't poised against one another in a competition sense and they can just go and do their own thangs. I think it got to the point where it was too hard to pick between them - largely because their styles and personalities were so different - but I am glad it ended the way it did and it didn't surprise me at all that the finally tally was so close, even though I really think that Clay was robbed.
As the 9 o'clock hour descends, I am going to head back to go to this beer tent / band thing at the golf course. I had a really good time at this event last year. I felt a few raindrops on the way over here (there's a 50%+ chance of rain for graduation day) and I hope it holds off until later in the night. I should swing by my car to get my umbrella, just in case, as they say. As one final note, if you haven't read Katie's blog (link to the left) in a while, then you should. I hadn't checked it in a while and her poem really touched me.
posted by lmjasinski at 7:59 PM
