pomp and circumstance
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verbicideSo tonight was funny.
I left for Red Square around 6pm. Hurried and feeling very put out because I didn't want to go to my damn graduation ceremony. I've never been one for ceremonies. Stuffy, annoying affairs. I didn't really bother telling anyone it was tonight. Beyond a casual conversation that is. I know Judy & Co would have attended had I given it any importance, but these things bore the shit out of me, why would I inflict it on someone I loved?
Jeff and I had agreed to go, despite our mutually pissy attitudes toward it. I found parking and ambled hesitantly through the throng of certificate students to my own section. There were only two other students from my program there. Ratula had the wonderful news that she'd just landed a job as a tech editor at Microsoft. Woo hoo! Hugs and congratulations were given. She's a lovely person and I'm really happy for her.
Bit by bit more people trickled in, but not many. Only about 6 of us were there representing our class of 25. I kept scanning impatiently for Jeff, terrified he'd bailed out at the last minute, though sure he wouldn't abandon me. He finally made it and I nearly tackled him with relief. He looked rather amazingly dashing, and so I had someone new to stare at instead of Deborah (who is so staggeringly beautiful that not only does it awaken my inner lesbian, but I have to actively focus on not staring at her). Jeff was wearing my favorite 'guy' outfit. Khakis and a crisp white shirt. Rowr. Judy and I, years ago, learned that men who dressed as such were able to make our knees go weak. Happily, Jeff hugged me, thus keeping me from falling over gaping at him. While he is regularly a hottie, this sort of launched him into uber-hottie-ness and it took me a full 15 minutes to speak normally. ANYHOW. We caught up. Chatted with our group and then filed into Meany Hall. It was just like class. We were bored out of our minds and kept whispering obnoxiously. We agreed that we shouldn't have come, it was a waste of time, we didn't really give a damn and planned an early escape. Since we were trapped in the middle of the seating section, we decided to bail as soon as we exited the stage.
But, with great boredom comes great giddiness. We smirked brattily (but quietly) through the typical commencement speeches. We cracked up over pretty much anything. I fed Jeff my last orange crème saver and he murmured that it was the best part of the evening. For some reason, I found this hilarious. Oh, right. Because Jeff said it. Hee! Finally, the first row of students rose to file up and across the stage to receive their generic folded paper and shake hands with whoever. We tried to be good. Really. And maybe we should be ashamed of exchanging amused bitchy comments about the lady in the horrible Christmas sweater. But how do you not laugh at some guy who is announced as Dirty Uncle Mike? And when they announced some guy named KitKat, I couldn't help but quietly snorfle, which set Jeff off, who whispered that he could have been good if I hadn't started. I agreed that I was a bad influence. Jeff said I kept him forever young. I think this is a nice way of saying that my immaturity is contagious. Muhahaha!
After a seemingly interminable length of time (during which we were disappointed that there were no representatives from the Certificate for Romance Writing program), we stood and marched our way to the stage. Cara was bemused by my insistence of carting my purse up with me, but I'm sure all became obvious soon enough. We stepped up to the stage, received our papers and then Jeff and I hastily ran out the side exit instead of rounding back to our seats. I paused and turned and Jeff hissed, "Like Lot's wife--don't look back!"
FREEEEEEEEEDOM!
We headed outside, delighted that it actually wasn't raining, despite the forbidding clouds, and strolled down The Ave for some coffee. I have no idea where we ended up, but coffee and a surprisingly good ginger cookie was purchased, shared and much conversation ensued. It was brilliant, as always and what else can I say beyond: Yay Jeff!!
Around 10, we walked back to my car, I drove him to his, and we confirmed our dinner plans for Friday night. We're still not sure if Torsten and Deborah are dating, but it should be an interesting night.
Now, I think I'm going to go to bed at a reasonable hour.
I left for Red Square around 6pm. Hurried and feeling very put out because I didn't want to go to my damn graduation ceremony. I've never been one for ceremonies. Stuffy, annoying affairs. I didn't really bother telling anyone it was tonight. Beyond a casual conversation that is. I know Judy & Co would have attended had I given it any importance, but these things bore the shit out of me, why would I inflict it on someone I loved?
Jeff and I had agreed to go, despite our mutually pissy attitudes toward it. I found parking and ambled hesitantly through the throng of certificate students to my own section. There were only two other students from my program there. Ratula had the wonderful news that she'd just landed a job as a tech editor at Microsoft. Woo hoo! Hugs and congratulations were given. She's a lovely person and I'm really happy for her.
Bit by bit more people trickled in, but not many. Only about 6 of us were there representing our class of 25. I kept scanning impatiently for Jeff, terrified he'd bailed out at the last minute, though sure he wouldn't abandon me. He finally made it and I nearly tackled him with relief. He looked rather amazingly dashing, and so I had someone new to stare at instead of Deborah (who is so staggeringly beautiful that not only does it awaken my inner lesbian, but I have to actively focus on not staring at her). Jeff was wearing my favorite 'guy' outfit. Khakis and a crisp white shirt. Rowr. Judy and I, years ago, learned that men who dressed as such were able to make our knees go weak. Happily, Jeff hugged me, thus keeping me from falling over gaping at him. While he is regularly a hottie, this sort of launched him into uber-hottie-ness and it took me a full 15 minutes to speak normally. ANYHOW. We caught up. Chatted with our group and then filed into Meany Hall. It was just like class. We were bored out of our minds and kept whispering obnoxiously. We agreed that we shouldn't have come, it was a waste of time, we didn't really give a damn and planned an early escape. Since we were trapped in the middle of the seating section, we decided to bail as soon as we exited the stage.
But, with great boredom comes great giddiness. We smirked brattily (but quietly) through the typical commencement speeches. We cracked up over pretty much anything. I fed Jeff my last orange crème saver and he murmured that it was the best part of the evening. For some reason, I found this hilarious. Oh, right. Because Jeff said it. Hee! Finally, the first row of students rose to file up and across the stage to receive their generic folded paper and shake hands with whoever. We tried to be good. Really. And maybe we should be ashamed of exchanging amused bitchy comments about the lady in the horrible Christmas sweater. But how do you not laugh at some guy who is announced as Dirty Uncle Mike? And when they announced some guy named KitKat, I couldn't help but quietly snorfle, which set Jeff off, who whispered that he could have been good if I hadn't started. I agreed that I was a bad influence. Jeff said I kept him forever young. I think this is a nice way of saying that my immaturity is contagious. Muhahaha!
After a seemingly interminable length of time (during which we were disappointed that there were no representatives from the Certificate for Romance Writing program), we stood and marched our way to the stage. Cara was bemused by my insistence of carting my purse up with me, but I'm sure all became obvious soon enough. We stepped up to the stage, received our papers and then Jeff and I hastily ran out the side exit instead of rounding back to our seats. I paused and turned and Jeff hissed, "Like Lot's wife--don't look back!"
FREEEEEEEEEDOM!
We headed outside, delighted that it actually wasn't raining, despite the forbidding clouds, and strolled down The Ave for some coffee. I have no idea where we ended up, but coffee and a surprisingly good ginger cookie was purchased, shared and much conversation ensued. It was brilliant, as always and what else can I say beyond: Yay Jeff!!
Around 10, we walked back to my car, I drove him to his, and we confirmed our dinner plans for Friday night. We're still not sure if Torsten and Deborah are dating, but it should be an interesting night.
Now, I think I'm going to go to bed at a reasonable hour.
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| I love his "What the FUCK are you doing, woman?" look here. |
And of course there's some smoooching. |
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| Ever notice how pets and people start to look alike? We have the same exact bored expression here. | And more snuggling. |
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Date: 2004-06-24 08:54 am (UTC)And the pictures! There's a lot of cuteness going on there, especially with his less-than-amused expression in the first one.
I don't know if you noticed this before, but I put it in a comment a while back on one of my previous posts. Here's my "I'm starting to look like my pet" picture. See the icon for a frame of reference.
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Date: 2004-06-25 06:06 am (UTC)Hobbes misses you already :(
He says you groom much better than I do!