Old Gloves

This past weekend, the roommates from Fry, D section, got together. It was, in three words, "a good time." As the planner of this event, I was happy to see things come together relatively smoothly. But there was more.

It's hard to describe the joy and the energy that fills a room when old friends get together. It's exciting to be able to catch up with people and at the same time, harken back to our college days. The days of communal showers, pillow polo and Pop's Pizza. All forgettable, yet unforgettable. We all had our share of other roommates who didn't quite live up to our expectations, whether it was because of their lack of hygiene, their lack of consideration, or just the fact that they seemed a bit odd. But our common denominator, is that we spent a year living together. We threw tootsie rolls at each other. We watched campus movies in the living room. Some of us put holes in the walls. We had good times.

And those good times are what bring us back. Because if we didn't have good times, we really wouldn't want to see each other. But we did, and we do. And that my friends, is a blessing. Thanks to everyone who showed up. Until next time..