I wish I had snuck a few photos, but it didn't occur to me at the time. I was busy being the picture of professionalism and grace (yeah, right).
But first off, this reunion was at the Sharon Heights Country Club which is a ridiculously nice place about a mile from campus. But probably technically across the street from campus at the same time. (Stanford owns about a billion land around the actual campus, so I'm never really sure where it ends). And let me tell you, my new criteria for judging how nice a place is is by seeing how nice their bathrooms are. And napkin-towels with the emblem of the country club on them pretty much mean that this place got a billion fancy points. And by billion, I mean approximately 25.4 points.
Via - This is a popular alumni event where dinner is served on our main quad during homecoming weekend.
Then, to top it off, it is a reunion party. Meaning, these old people were very eager to act like they were 22 again. I saw a lot of old people cursing, making weird ahhh! noises, flirting (involving the people who were "no longer with their first wives" or that sort of thing), and was flirted at by a lot of old men (flirted at? does that make any sense?). This one guy had had a couple of drinks and was leaning in all too close to tell me that I was young, and I had my whole life in front of me that I could do anything with, and that the girls at Stanford had gotten a lot cuter than they were in his days. To which I responded that he was right that I was veeery young and then I smiled and pretended like someone was calling my name. (Aside - I don't much get flirted at (I'm embracing it now) by men my own age, however, at airports I am like kryptonite to men in their late 50s, which is actually a little bit frightening, because when someone offers to pay for your food in an airport, you become aware of all the sort of obligations that could come with this free, yet overpriced meal of a scone and a yogurt parfait.)
Oh and also, at the end of the party, we had the awesome duty of making sure everyone was good to drive (there was, after all, an open bar at this very nice venue). Consider this for a moment. Checking the sobriety of people who are around 77 years of age is actually quite difficult. A lot of times when people have been drinking quite a bit, they are very social. They stop and talk to you for longer than they normally would, and are very social. But wait a minute, doesn't every conversation with an old person usually involve them talking for longer than you have interest to talk to them for, and them being very friendly or sometimes very blatant about the things around them? Hmm, so then you try to judge by the way that they are walking. Because people who are drunk usually stumble around a bit, can't walk quite in a straight line, and aren't very sure of their footing. They sometimes need other people to help them stabilize themselves. Oh but wait, all of the old people were stumbling as they were walking into the party (well, a lot of them were). In conclusion, I never want to get old.
Ooh, I should get bonus points for mentioning that one man lost control of his bowels at one point in the evening.
Which reiterates my point about never wanting to get old. Oh and also, what a horrible thing to happen at a reunion party. That is not how anyone wants any of their peers to remember them.
A very weird night. A very weird night indeed. BUT (if you buy five completos...) I did get paid for it AND I got a free meal of really expensive, really tasty country club food.
So a good night. For sursies.
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P.S. DId you see me on TV last night? To be honest, no one did. However, I think I probably made an impression on the minds of talent finders across the world.
That shadow is totally me! Party!!
THAT'S US!!!! I definitely noticed you :D I am so happy that we actually got on!! I will never forget that night...
ReplyDeleteP.S. I MISS YOU!!!!!!!!!!