HOMECOMING!

What a weekend!
Friday math just didn't happen and instead I went out with my best friend Miss Megan O. We bought the same shirt in different colors...typical us...but hey, it was only $5, what are you gonna do? My favorite part of the afternoon was when my mom called and I asked her, "Can I pick you up anything, Mama?" It would be really funny if I could tell you where we were at that point but its just not going to happen.
Last minute I decided to go see Jorge Moreno on campus. He and his band won the 2003 Grammy for best new Latin artist but sadly since they started an hour late after going to the Minneapolis campus instead of St. Paul there were not very many people still there when they finally took the stage. It did make, however, for a nice intimate concert for those of us there. They encouraged us to dance so about ten of us girls were dancing in the aisle. Later they pulled a few of us up there with them to dance to a song which was interesting...I was self-conscious and unsure of what to do so I pretty much just fake salsa danced and laughed a lot to a song whose only lyrics I can remember were, "Ay Dios, mujer." After the concert the trumpet player asked for my number and wanted to hang out but it seemed shady at best so I gave him the number but to be on the safe side turned off my phone for the evening. Still...I got to dance with a Grammy award winner and got to shoot one down later too. Good times.
Saturday was the day of the dates. My handsome little brother (and by little I mean 16 year old Paul who is at least 4 inches taller than I) was my escort to the wedding of my sister's childhood best friend. I bawled through most of it. Come on, back in the day when she babysat me I used to lock her in the basement until she promised I could have 3 scoops of icecream instead of two...of course I cried.
Kate Boran and I had an exclusive girl's date that had very specific requirements for attendance...thats why we were the only ones there, no one else fit the description well enough to go. We took Cleveland Wok and Snyders by storm.
After getting ready between helping Steve Villa cook pies in the kitchen I was ready to go ("with my war paint on" as Steve said) and left to meet up with Jeff of Jeffdays to watch a movie with him and his roommates before my next date.
Collette was my interm date and we escorted each other to the dance where I finally found my real (and I use the term real loosely here) date. We took pictures, I pinned on his flower, and that was as much as I saw him all night. That's what happens when your date is running the dance....there was an interesting end to the night but its not one I feel good about posting on the internet, even though everyone at the Binz seems to know whats going on more than I do. Come talk to me if you really want to hear about it....
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