What I Learned This Weekend

Sorry for the lack of posting. Kathryn even jokingly suggested my blog is getting a little bit stale. 5 days is a long time without a substantive post. Apologies. My excuse? I visited Namaste (who, coincidentally, writes one of the best blogs I've ever read) in Charlottesville this weekend. Wiz and I were going to the Stones concert on Thursday anyway, and I had to be back down for student interviews on Monday, so I figured it made more sense just to stay there for the entire weekend. I made the right choice. The weekend provided me with that sense of inner peace I've been seeking for the last few months in my hustle and bustle.



I graduated six years ago, but I believe my heart is still at UVA. Every time I enter the city limits, my heart beats a little bit faster. Every time I drive by the Rotunda, I sigh and smile. Every time I walk down the Lawn I feel like a student again and my entire intellectual being craves that inundation of knowledge. Every time I smell the beer-encrusted floor of the Biltmore, it's as if I never left...

Not to mention, I got to share the flood of memories with the woman who is, in all likelihood, my soulmate. Not in the romantic sense, of course. But in the spiritual sense, definitely. There isn't anything I can't say to her. We met as college waitresses, at a point in our life when we were maybe naughtier than we should have been. Usually party friends like that come and go, but not this one. The reason? She listens, she understands, and she never judges. We've come to know each others darkest secrets and we keep them locked away. She's alluring, deep, grounded, and wildly intelligent. I heart you too Namaste! (By the way - I wonder if your Arab boyfriend from Red is still looking for you by that name...)



To conclude, I think I'll just summarize this weekend's most comical moments:

1. Drinking a 22 oz. Bud from a plastic bag while walking down the Lawn towards the Stadium for the Stones concert. Ghett-ooo fab.
   
   
   
   
   
2. The 'bomb threat' in Charlottesville, and the entire stadium doing the 'wave.' You have to be kidding me (on both fronts)...
   
   
   
   
   
3. Namaste helping to conspire with me to write some very lewd text messages. I swear girl, we're trouble together.
   
   
   
   
4. Namaste and I deciding that when we have children, they're probably going to hump each other.
5. Watching some toothless 'members' waltz into Club 216 while Namaste and I, clearly the two most attractive women (or people, for that matter) in line, got the boot.
6. My first ever yoga class. I thought it would be a breeze. I'm still sore.
7. Seeing my first year suitemate at her big ol' house in Waynesboro with her two gorgeous children. Wow. I have friends with two kids. My friends are all growed's up. Maybe one day I will be too.
8. Grills with ice cream from White Spot. No really - 'fried' Krispy Kreme donuts. Do those things need any more grease? White Spot thinks so.
   
   
   
   
   
9. Having a tadpole moment.
10. Sharing a fantastic bottle of rioja with my girl.
11. Telling drunk Jesus that he had to meet us for our 'yoga hike' at 6am the next day.
12. Moving towards the door of Atomic Burrito when the band's lead singer (who was a dude wearing a leopard print mini skirt) started moshing. Woah...
13. Indulging in Zazu's and Arch's and then having 'stomach issues' at the exact same time as Namaste. I'm telling you, our Scorpio stars are aligned.

Rest assured, my next visit to Charlottesville will be sooner than Foxfield.