It is really and truly refreshing to socially geek with other people after what feels like months of being socially Greek. I have never once been seduced by the thought of rushing a sorority (okay, so that’s a lie; the thought has crossed my mind once or twice) being as I went to Sorority High School. When I used to wear my Mayfield school ring, I would get stopped in the oddest places around the country by other Holy Child alumni who would ask me excitedly, “Oh you went to a Holy Child school too?” as though I were someone just recently discovered to be a long-lost relative.
Recently I felt as though my life had turned into one long and constant frat party, especially with the constant bar-hopping. Bar-hopping is EXHAUSTING. And expensive. I also disklike most of the boys I meet when I go drinking. Being as most of them they’re frat boys or former frat boys, I can’t rely on them for stimulating intellectual or nerdy discussion about Alan Moore’s Watchmen or Lord Byron’s Manfred. (Although I can’t be too mean about them; my dad is a member of ΧΦ and he is The Greatest Dad Ever.) Instead I get sort of generic conversation about March madness or work. The corporate world is also very big with them. As I work in the corporate world from 9am to 6pm every day, when I go out, I would rather eat the sawdust off the floor in McSorley’s than talk about it.
But last night after work I met up with Lou Reed Girlfriend and the absolutely lovely Kelly for a refreshing evening of white wine, a little writing critique, and mass geekery. It was glorious. It’s extremely gratifying to know that you are not alone in having read (and LOVED) Mena Baines’ Hermione’s World. We covered everything from Ginsburg and Kerouac (like? dislike?) to Harry Potter, Joss Whedon to Anne of Green Gables over the course of five hours. A. Ma. Zing.
Also, vocabulary word of the week:
Vampire: (American Sign Language) Form the letter “V” with your index and middle fingers. Curl fingers to resemble fangs. Viciously attack your jugular.
There aren’t enough hours in the day. What shall I do when I leave work? Go sit in a coffeeshop and write? Code? Go to Kettle of Fish with aforementioned ladies and get ridiculously drunk listening to good? bad? writers read their work? Hmmm. So many options.