in which i am ridiculously nostalgic.

I love going back to Brown. Something about Commencement is so soothing and makes me feel at home. We got to Providence kind of on the late-ish side (11am), since we screwed up the train from Boston, but it was nice to run around Pembroke campus again. The decision was made to immediately start drinking at Andreas. After that, we checked into our rooms and took a nap until it was time for acapella. I love me some acapella - boys singing songs will always be something I'm interested in checking out. After that was the 5 and 10 year reunion reception, where I was able to catch up with people I haven't seen in 5 years! Everyone is doing such interesting things and it's really nice to hear about what everyone has been up to. I keep in pretty good contact with most of my sorority sisters and close friends, so I love hearing about people that I wasn't as close with. Friday night was Campus Dance, which was a clusterfuck as usual. I was pretty tired around midnight, so after the singing part, I grabbed pizza and got into my bed.

Saturday, College BFF arrived, so there was more day drinking and chatting and catching up, along with the requisite hangover food. Nighttime, they had this dance where it was too dark and too loud to really catch up with anyone, so we left and tried to do the GCB, but the line was too long, so instead it was drinking out with College BFF's Republican friends. I pretty much stayed glued to the hip to this Marine, who was entertaining. He was easy to talk to and you know I love chatting with people whose life experiences are so different from my own. He graduated when I was a freshman and then enlisted. I totally would've slept with him, but I got the sense that wasn't where the night was heading (plus I had my period and neither of us had rooms to actually do anything in). So instead, we chatted until like 4 am and then I got a ride back from him and his friend to the dorm where we were staying. I miss chatting and flirting with boys - I don't get nearly enough of it in my normal life.

Of course, going to bed at 4:30am when you need to be up at 8am is stupid, and I paid the price the next morning. I was crazy exhausted and my stomach was in agony, so I ended up missing half of the march because I was ill. Ugh, boys plus booze equals bad life decisions. AND I didn't even have sex, so there's that. On the train home, I got so sad and nostalgic over Brown. I miss my friends and sometimes I miss the ease of life there and how exciting and fun everything was. Brown is really where I became the person that I am today and it's where I feel the most at home. It was nice to have a taste of it, but bittersweet to remember that it's over and life is a little more complicated now.