I went to a Skidmore Young Alumni happy hour the other night and was quite amused by the event. I wouldn't have gone if I didn't know people were going, but thanks to Facebook, I knew exactly who was (and who was just a maybe). What was funny about this little soiree is that the radio (me & Cliff)/Art (Clea & people I didn't know)/English (me & people I didn't know)/gays (Ryan & Craig) clumped together and the business/jocks/probably lived at Alpine stayed on the other side of the area we were occupying. I know this isn't that crazy because people know others through the classes they take and the activities they do and the bars they frequent (it was definitely a DA's vs TNL situation), but I actually knew the same amount of people on both sides, but didn't break their circle until my way out when a friendly volleyball player from San Francisco who was in my Sex and Power class my last semester stopped me for a hug. What was also funny about this is that the "others," if female, drank white wine, and if male, vodka. Our group was a mix of beer, red wine, and whiskey, crossing all gender lines. Just an observation.
When I came home from the event my only piece of mail was a letter from Skidmore asking me for money. I get these a lot, but this time it had a bottle opener in it! I already notified Ally of this synchronicity.
I am going to see Revolutionary Road tonight. My obsession with Mad Men makes me think I will like this movie (same era, similar themes). I wonder if anyone will yell "I'm the king of the world" if Leo does anything triumphant or "Never let go" when something (Probably not an iceberg - I don't think there are icebergs in Westchester county - I was just there last week) shakes their marriage.
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