An even two dozen

by dixie

Last night I had the singular hono(u)r of attending Idaho’s twenty-fourth birthday shindig. It seems that the older I get, the more likely I am to go out and participate in chaos on a school night, which probably surprises me more than anyone else. I have a dim memory of thinking about leaving before midnight, then getting wrapped up in events. The next thing I knew it was three in the morning and I was wondering whether I’d be able to get out of bed in time for today’s obligations.

Specific memories are a bit scarce; although I did not partake of the massive amounts of alcohol present (and consumed by others) I think it did have some sort of effect on me in much the same way I hear one can become stoned just by hanging out with people who are smoking cannabis. (Not that I have ever tested this, mind you. I simply hear things.) I have a memory of girls dancing to steady beats, an ADD deejay getting hold of the Mac with the music, many iTunes purchases made and payments in tacos to the owner of the iTunes account promised, two cakes (one chocolate, one strawberry, both very good), and the appearance of an individual I knew was associated with Caltech and had spoken to long ago but had no idea was connected with this social circle.

It was a good night, an event worthy of the wonderful individual it was thrown to celebrate. Happy Birthday, Idaho.