Friday Night Alone

Friday night alone and couldn't be happier. I told my BSG buddies a big "next time," I told my college friends "plans!," my cousins won't call.

I had dinner with J tonight, she leaves for Europe this weekend to go with her mother to say goodbye to her grandfather. We went to Mykonos Blu again. I had the mostaccioli.

The other night she called me, annoyed because the Italian desk clerk at her husband's hotel kept hanging up on her "No rooms available! Click!" So she called me, and I sprung into action.

This is what I want you to say, I said; and I tried to explain to her how to speak Italian. Forget it! I said, I'll be right there!

So I hopped in the car and sped to her place. Italian! That's my secondary language! I have intermediate proficiency in that language! This is what I trained for! It was the linguist-with-a-hero-complex dream emergency situation. I am a dork.

Anyway, I went to her place, she placed the call, and I managed to get her in touch with the right people. It's been a while since I spoke Italian, so I surprise myself when I remember words. I came up with "qualsiasi che sia," which is a completely reasonable phrase to forget.

This weekend will be Italian weekend. A and her friend J want to go to Osteria La Spiga and Via Tribunale. We're supposed to speak Italian too. Vedremo, carissimi amici, vedremo pure.

Pray for sister Susan. Pray for former student Lindsay.

What else; the senior class won Olympic Week; not a big surprise. The big surprise was that Team Faculty took third place in a strong last day showing. We took first in tug-o-war (I ran out and pounded on the floor), and first in Closing Ceremonies; our skit did not include a beat down, nor did it remind me of mock executions, nor did we spill liquid anywhere.

Needless to say, the students are another story, and they need supervision. The committee needs to revisit what Opening and Closing ceremonies actually are, what Karaoke actually should look like, what the guidelines of each event are. The lack of experience in the Office of Student Life makes my neck hurt.