Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Friday, December 10, 2010

First of all, it was kind of awesome to finish with my Latin class today, instead of having to wait until next Friday, the 17th. A delay of a week would’ve made flying to Jersey far too expensive to manage, what with the proximity to Christmas and such. That being said, today, I was taking my friend Chris to the liquor store, so that he could come to a party with me. The moment we walked in, the liquor store employee, a woman in her 50s, immediately asked us if we knew what a router looked like, and if we could help her find it. Apparently we just have that kind of aura of nerdiness. 

Anyway, after we helped them find it, a conversation broke out (don’t ask me how it started, as I honestly can’t remember) about what age men come into their prime physically and emotionally. The woman behind the counter informed us that the magic number is 35 for men, and 40 for women. My friend Chris replied that he had heard that the numbers were more like 19 and 24, respectively, and the woman just began to grin. After she started laughing for a moment, she stopped herself from finishing a sentence beginning with, “Umm…actually…well, nevermind.” I finally coaxed her into completing her though, and she told me that she knew from firsthand experience that men were not really in their prime until their 30s. She had a sort of half-sheepish, half-proud smile on her face as she winked at us, rang Chris out, and bid us a good day on our way out the door. That kind of honesty and humor from an otherwise very strict, stern woman (I’ve dealt with her before) made my day.

Afterwards, we went to the going-away party mentioned above, and things progressed in normal, college-house-party-esque fashion, complete with drunken tomfoolery, meeting strangers, “dancing” – though I’m not sure it could be called that by even the most liberal of standards, and going 3-0 at the beginning of the night in that faithful pastime of college students everywhere – Beer pong. One girl even identified herself multiple times as “That girl” while stumbling around. 

QOTD:
“Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we should dance”

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