A scattershot of events.
Friday
My fraternity big brother[1] called out of the clear blue sky. What an awkward thing to write, much less say. We conversed like we only talked three days ago.
It’s been at least three years.
I caught him up on everyone we knew from college. Everyone I still knew about, anyway. Over beers and hard liquor, six years of life(that’s three apiece for those counting) on fast forward was shared.
And like that, he was gone.
Saturday
There was fuck all else to do. Having left my nieces and nephews with their respective parents, my commitments for the night were over. I decided that working on the new music pages[2] would be a good idea. And it was. Logic was created and design angles were sorted. All that’s left is the execution.
From across the country I learned of a party happeing less than 2 miles away. It was to be the last party for my fraternity in it’s current house. Nostalgia demanded that I attend.
This would not be the same debacle as my last visit. This time there was a great many of the older brothers attending. People closer to my own age. You never realize how much you miss something as simple as that until it’s all but gone.
As the night grew older people vented their frustrations on the derilict car provided. The Crazy Drunk Guy that every party seems to collect was confronted and told to leave. He finally left with his Angry Friend. Nice to know that party drama never changes.
The shot of Ice I had earlier was wearing off and the Sam Adams Light I had was a piss poor substitute for a partying drink.[3] But I couldn’t complain… much… since I was snarfing them from another brother. He didn’t need them.
I sat on the stairwell under my old apartment and thought, “That’s where I used to live.” Not the most original thought. At that time it was all I had. It was damn odd to have two brushes with fraternity life within so few hours. C’est la vie.
The party was over. For me. I said my goodbyes and like that I was gone.
[1] He’s not blood related so I hesitate to call him “big brother”. But we hung out a lot back in the college years and I guess I looked up to him more than I realized. So I don’t feel right calling him an acqaintance either. Being literal minded seemed the best way to go.
[2] I know. I know. I’ve been harping over this bit for little over a year now. Possibly even longer. But since I’m not getting any revenue from this here site, I don’t feel guilty about putting things off while I deal with the real world.
[3] If you’re worried about those extra pounds, kids. Just work-out a little bit harder the week after your drinking is done. Drinking light beer at social events works against all that I consider holy.
