A day in the life of Chee-delt

Luck be a lady tonight

“Luck affects everything; let your hook always be cast. In the stream where you least expect it, there will be fish.” - Ovid (gotta love the Classics. Only fools laugh at the latin language-also Ovid.)

I recently had the chance to reconnect with a lot of lovely ladies that I hadn’t seen in ages. By ages, I mean about seven or eight months. But the girls I got to see are all very, very close friends that I was worried that I’d never see again. Honestly.

But I got lucky.

I got a chance to go to see those friends thanks to an invite to a dance. I was at HSC Greek Week and got to see two dear Hollins friends, Miss Brynn Hoffman and Miss Samantha Cole, who decided to make the trip on a whim. I was never planning on going back, but a few things happened that night that changed my mind. In passing, I mentioned that I wanted to get back to Hollins to see people. Brynn, without missing a beat, asked me if I’d like to accompany her to their Cotillion (Hollins prom).

It was there that I got to see all those great friends that I had missed. The great part was that they were all just as excited to see me as I was to see them.

I know that I was only a Hollins boyfriend. But I’m glad to know that so many Hollins women saw me as their friend as much as their friend’s boyfriend.

But I guess the real test of my luck will be how well I keep in touch with them down the road. I’m going to see most of them again this week, and if my luck holds up, I’ll see them again sometime soon.

The finer things...

Tomorrow, I’m going to Farmville. Yes this is a post about the finer things in life, and I know that Farmville, VA and the finer things in life are usually mutually exclusive, but this is going to work.

I’m going down to see a few of my best buds. They’re about to graduate from Hampden-Sydney, which is a blessing and a curse all at once. True, there will be no more tests, conservatives that push the boundaries of hyperbole and you actually get to see girls on a daily basis. But there’s nowhere quite the same as Hampden-Sydney.

Sure, everyone says that about their college or university because frat x throws down mega-hard or whatever. But Hampden-Sydney is great for those weeknights where you want to do something really stupid. I mean really stupid. And the best part is that it’s not too hard to talk another guy pushing the limits of boredom to be your wingman for something moronic, and at Hampden-Sydney, that wingman is usually no more than one or two phone calls away. Hell, he might live nextdoor.

So what better way to celebrate H-SC’s coddling of moronic activity than to do it one more time?

Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll be hitting the road with a handle of bourbon and some high quality cigars. If you get a call, I might not remember it. If you’re down there, give me a call.

I Win

I just do. After a weekend like that, there’s no other way to put it. I win.

F my life gem

It doesn’t get much better than this:

Today, my boyfriend started affectionately calling me “Burt Reynolds” because I wax my upper lip. FML

Rough.

My new favorite website

It’s called fmylife.com. It’s hysterical. People can just go on there and write about awkward situations in their lives, like this one:

Today, I can’t decide what’s worse, my mom walking in on me doing the five knuckle shuffle, or the one hour talk the next day about how it’s perfectly normal and even she does it. FML

Then there are really awkward situations, like this one:

Today, I decided to send my boyfriend a pic text of me naked. I accidently sent it to my dad and got a text back saying “You definitely take after your mom”. FML

Then, there are really, really awkward situations. This is the best one I’ve seen on there sofar:

Today, I went on a first date with an Egyptian/Cuban sorority girl. I asked her what language she was brought up speaking. She said that her mom spoke to her in Spanish, but that she only ever replied in English. I said, “Oh, kinda like Chewbacca and Han Solo?” FML.

Good god. So good.