Sadly, that - the first line of our Alma Mater - was the best Wesleyan-themed title I could come up with. Infinitely more sad is the fact that I actually remember even more lyrics than that. In fact, I could probably sing you the alto line of the entire first verse and refrain if you asked me to. Which I know you won't. (Well, Rebecca and Lauren might. But mostly for nostalgia's sake, and only partly to laugh at me.)
The whole point of my Wesleyan-themed title is to rejoice in the weirdness of the fact that in the span of one week, I hung out with two separate people from my college-singing past who surfaced in Austin out of the blue after I hadn't seen either of them in years. First was Kristin from my acapella group, who's in Austin studying for the Texas Bar before moving down near the border where she got a job doing immigration law. Next was PC from Wesleyan Singers (thanks for giving her my email, Lo!), who was in town visiting a high school friend and is just as fabulous as I remembered. In honor of Singers, here's one of Rebecca's old photos that I'm stealing. Alto power alto pride!
In between dates with People From My Past, R&I also drove out to an old dancehall in Uhland (pronounced yoo-lin... if "Don't Mess With Texas" ever goes out of style, I'd like to nominate "Texas: The Place Where You Don't Pronounce Anything The Way It Looks" as a new unofficial state motto) with some friends for a little drinkin, dancin, domino-in, and general good-timin. Fun fact: I'm pretty sure I was the only person in the entire town who had been to a drag king show the night before. I am nothing if not subversive.
Okay, savor this post while ye may since it might be the last you hear from me for a while... I have some busyness coming up, but I'll rely on my charming co-host to entertain you for the next week or so.