This past Saturday, I went up to Baltimore to see some girlfriends from college. Actually, let me clarify: I went to see some girlfriends who are still in college. Sorority sisters. Saturday was Revelation – the day when the girls in last year’s new member class (i.e. last year’s pledges) get their little sisters (i.e. the newest pledge class). I went up because (a) I hadn’t been back to Baltimore in a year, and (b) my little (who graduated last year, and who I haven’t seen since) had decided to come down from New York.
I go back and forth on the pros and cons of having been in a sorority. I’d be lying if I said I liked every girl who I was “sisters” with, but the ones that were in my family (big, little, little little, etc)? I love them. And I’m so glad I got to see them. However, when I walked into the room where the whole Revelation event was taking place, I realized that I. Knew. No one outside my family. And that made me feel old.
Then, before we went out to dinner, I didn’t finish my glass (and by “glass” I mean Solo cup full) of wine. While the freshman, sophomore, senior, and last year’s grad each had multiple drinks. And I felt old (and lame).
And then, we went to Nacho Mama’s where they serve hubcap margaritas. Which are delicious. And I kept thinking, Wow, this is really good. But I hope I can still make my train back to DC. I have to be up early tomorrow.
I know it doesn't *look* like I'm thinking about leaving. But I am.
Finally, in the cab on the way back to campus, I was up front while the other four were causing a ruckus in the back. The cab driver turned to me and asked, in all seriousness, “So, are you the only sane one here?” I laughed: “That’s entirely possible.” To which he replied, “That must make you the senior.” Nope. That would be the one in the back corner of the cab – part of the group who you think are crazy.
Listen, I know that two years out of college is not a big deal. I know that I’m not actually old, by any stretch of the imagination. BUT, being back on campus, and hanging out with girlfriends who are still undergrads (some just fresh out of high school)? Well, it made me realize just how long two years can actually be.
And how unbelievably glad I am for that.
(However, it has to be said, these two were ridiculously entertaining. Enjoy.) 
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