This sign was probably my favorite thing in Philly, at the Liberty Bell. I just think it's so helpful when historical sites make provisions for those with uncontrollable compulsions.
This was my second reunion. The first one, 5 years ago, was made more wretched by my terrible attitude (and my terrible footwear). In my defense, I was in the throes of rewriting my entire dissertation after one of my committee members decided it simply would not do two days before my scheduled defense. I also had no job. So I was feeling a bit like a failure. And when one is feeling like a failure, going to hang out with a bunch of drunken Ivy Leaguers probably isn't the best thing (it probably isn't the best thing just across the board, but especially not then). To make matters worse, I wore uncomfortable shoes and didn't realize how much you have to walk at these things. So there I was rejected, humiliated, not knowing anyone, not drunk, and hobbling around campus. Needless to say, I was miserable and of course I had to make Kevin miserable, that really was not in doubt. There's just no point to it otherwise.
This time, I was determined to not make Kevin miserable. I wore comfy shoes. I had an answer prepared when someone asked me where I went to college and why ("Po-dunk Baptist University. Because I am only of average intelligence and prefer not to be too stimulated intellectually." Unfortunately, I never got to use it, as we talked mainly to people I had met before.) And most importantly, I stayed focused on the fact that I was there WITHOUT A BABY. I would almost enjoy spending a week in a concentration camp without a baby. I still found the entire scene more than a little ridiculous, mystifying, and boring but whatever.
But I did get to see George Will in the flesh:
You can already tell these twin girls (daughters of one of Kevin's classmates) will make great Princetonians.
Here's good news: There is a policy on alcohol. And it includes a reference to diversity. Good to know that all those people drunk out of their minds are being multicultural.
The best part of the P-rade: Seeing the oldest living alumni. This guy is class of 1925, so unless he was very precocious, he's around 106 years old. Awesome.