You’ll be happy to know that fears for the condition of my prostate were unfounded after all. Now I seem to have a crlkshtiwne – and assorted variations of it- condition. This is acceptable to me.
I’ve discovered that, had I applied to graduate rather than merely to transfer, I would most likely have been the valedictorian of my class. Phew! That’s one bullet dodged: no graduation, no valedictorian, no speech to make!
Also of interest is the fact that MTV is having some sort of casting call here soon. It wasn’t even a blip on my radar until a classmate came up to me a little while ago to ask if I was auditioning. The auditions are for students 18-21, and he thought I would qualify! I think I love that kid.
In unrelated-to-school news (and how rare that is!) my younger sister-in-law will be getting married next month, and the attendant festivities are beginning. I have to attend her bridal shower this weekend, which won’t be so bad. But they’re throwing her a bachelorette party on April 14th, and that’s going to be a pain in the ass. The original plan was to rent a limo and go to some clubs in Hartford. Already right there I’m less than enthusiastic. I’ll be hanging out with a bunch of young women, most of whom are strangers to me, all of whom are at least a decade younger, watching them drink. I truly don’t believe that I’ll be overly tempted to do any drinking myself; I’ve been to plenty of parties, even by myself, with no problems. It’s just not particularly fun for me. In fact, it’s a drag. I was trying to think of a way out of it when she called me the other night with a problem. It seems that they’ve decided that the limo rental is too expensive; they want to drive instead. Would I be willing to be a designated driver of one of the vehicles?
So now I’m stuck.
At the back of my mind I’m thinking “Just how expensive is the limo? I’ll spring for it if I can.” Only I know that I really need to save my money right now. I just don’t want to go, but for no good reason other than that I don’t feel like it. But this night isn’t supposed to be about me, it’s about her. So I’ll plaster a smile on my face and do the sisterly thing and suck it up while sipping on soda. I’ll have my cell phone on me, and it has both camera and video capabilities. Maybe I’ll use them and have something to use as leverage if I need to blackmail her into something in the future.
See? Every cloud has a silver lining.