Alternatively titled: The most pictures I’ve ever put in a post.
Continuing the vacation saga…..
Friday afternoon I hit the 1,000 mile marker in this little road show and it just so happens that it came at the campus edge of my alma mater.
I was talking to Whimzie about how weird it felt to be back at the scene of the crime. In some cases, “crime” might not be such a figurative term. I laughed as I drove by the science building as I remembered the night some friends of mine “borrowed” a boat, generator, TV and VCR that belonged to one of the biology professors and went out to the nearby lake and spent the evening running around the lake in the boat, then using the generator and some misappropriated extension cords to set up our their own little movie theater in the middle of the woods.
I may or may not have been a part of that little adventure.
I may or may not have made sure everything was returned before daybreak.
I had fun recounting that story to my friends L and B who work on campus now. We were sorority sisters back in the day. It was neat to hear that B’s daughter was going to pledge our same sorority.
It also made me feel old.
We wandered campus so that I could start the indoctrination process early the boys could see where Mom went to school. They really enjoyed it, especially when they saw the pizza buffet in the cafeteria and Chick-Fil-A in the student lounge.
Speaking of pizza, I had to cut my time short on campus because I had to go meet Stephanie, Lisa, Jennifer, and Amber for dinner. On my way there, I HAD to take a picture of the Subway shop where Whimzie and I spent many a night talking and eating Otis Spunkmeyer cookies.
It’s that monstrosity of a yellow building. And I would rotate the picture, but I’m on my mom’s computer and it’s doing funky things and not allowing me to do so, so just cock your head a little to the side and imagine two 20 years olds in the middle booth by the front window eating cookies at 11:30 at night.
Speaking of food, you may wonder where we chose to eat for our MIRL. There was only one place that would do for me. I follow these girls on Twitter and at least weekly they’re tweeting about the Pizza Shack, so I begged them to meet up there.
It did not disappoint.
Amber ordered the pizza for me. She apologized for the lack of pig heads on the menu, but I was not complaining. The pizza was fantastic.
But not as fantastic as the company.
And bless her heart, Stephanie DRAGGED herself from the sick couch to come out and meet me, and I was so honored that she would make the effort because she was bad sick and couldn’t stay the whole evening. Steph, hope you’re feeling better….
And Lisa, don’t kill me for putting that picture up of you on the phone, but it’s the only one I had that included Stephanie, so you’re just going to have to take one for the home team.
We talked for over two and a half hours.
It was as though I’ve known them all my life.
It made me want to move back, if for no other reason than to get to hang out with such an amazing group of women who know what it means to be friends, to support each other, to encourage each other, to laugh together, and to have each others’ backs.
The honor was all mine, bloggy sisters.
I hope we can do it again.
Have a nice day.