Okay, it's official ...

... I'm old. I went to a party last night at the behest of a friend of mine. His niece - my friend, Karli - was having a "send off" party because she is leaving next week for New York. She's been accepted at Marymount College in Manhattan, so Mickey (my friend and Karli's uncle) gave her a going-away party.

Anyway, I should mention that Mickey called me around 9:30 last night and lied to me. I knew there was a party, but I really thought there would be too many people attending for anyone to miss me. Obviously not the case. Soooo ... in his phone call Mickey lies and says that no one showed up for the party and Karli was in tears. At the time of the call I was sitting in my office at work (I know, I know) trying to catch up everything. Classes begin Monday ... and when you work 4 different positions, the first week is COMPLETE HELL. So ... back to the phone call ... so after hearing that Karli was in tears, I packed up my crap and headed over to Mickey's.

Now ... to the "old" part ... so I drive up into the driveway, I see dozens of cars. The jig is up - and I fell for it hook, line, and sinker. As I exit my car and head towards the front porch, I see that several students are sitting on the front porch. As I get closer, they get quieter. I even hear, "oh no ... it's Mrs. Lindquist." They proceed to hide their beer and cigarettes ...

So I walk into the very crowded house and find Mickey. After giving him hell for lying to me and finding Kristin so she can make me a margarita, I turn around and see a kitchen full of students. Jonathan Carroll, who I just taught this summer in 20th Century America and Middle East History, says to me, "Hey Mrs. Lindquist ... did you read/grade my paper yet?"

So you see dear friends ...

I am ... O L D.

Medicarily,

J.