Friday night has always meant party, since my first week of college back in August of 1999. Here it is my senior year and that idea of party has evolved so much. My frosh year it meant get sloshed at whomever was dumb enough to have a party that night. My sophomore year it meant go somewhere for a bit, then go home with my boyfriend and get some sleep. My junior year I didn't drink, so it meant go watch my friends drink and get hopped up on sugar and have a grand ol' time. My senior year it means you can go anywhere. Today I was walking home from campus, dirty and tired from four hours of work at the snack bar, when I see my friend Alex's car make a turn at a light I was attempting to cross at. Having seen each other she promptly pulled over, picked me up and we went to Emilie's, where Happy hour was discussed. I am not one for a happy hour; I'd rather sleep. But Alex was in town and I was feelin' kinda crazy so I ran home, cleaned up and headed to Darwin's for a bit. Two hours later I left, having a rather serious discussion about God with my old and dear friend Emilie on the walk home. Happy hour was fun--I've never been to one and was surprised at the fun I had. Then I went and had dinner at Hannah's, where I had a rather serious discussion on feminism in modern Christian relationships with one of her friends over a really good dinner. Later I went to Rinehart's party, and had a blast simply talking to my friends. Liz--you have been passed the torch!! Shhhh...it's a quiet secret!! Senior year is all about filling in the lines of the friendships you've drawn over the past few years. Jen (Earl), Alexis (TB) and I (Bandit) put on disguises, got codenames and went to the party as a bit of fun. Later Jen and I left, went and got a lemon drops at Taps and then went home. It's early on a Friday and I'm going to bed. Senior year truly is the balance of the other three years--a bit of fun and chaos, a bit of stability and a bit of sanity in the midst of the chaos of a typical friday night. To quote my late and wonderful grandfather, Charles Stockman Spooner II, "Goodnight, good people, I'm off to climb the wooden hill. I will see you in the morning."
I am, among all other things, most richly blessed.
