I don’t usually do weekend recaps, but this one was pretty eventful, so maybe I’ll start. 

Friday I slept in til noon, because I’m lazy and because it’s my only sleep-in day. I made mself some french toast, so obviously, the weekend was off to a winning start. I hung around in my apartment, working on my plays and watching Food Network. (Who’s excited for Thanksgiving week?!) Friday Night, Jillian and I headed to a Senior’s only Hard Hat party at the new dorm/apartment building they’re building next to ours. It’s times like those when I realize how big my school is, because I hadn’t ever seen most of the people there, and supposedly, we’ve been going to school together for four years. Oops. After that, we headed next door to the arena for a basketball game, brining the total number of sporting events I’ve been to at this school to two! (The first being a hockey game freshman year.) I blame this sad situation on the fact that I love the one sport we don’t have here (football) and our teams are generally not great (well, except the hockey team…but I don’t really like hockey so that falls under reason number one.) The game was super fun, though! It didnt take me long to become a rabid fan, so when we tied the game at the last mintes, I was freaking out with everyone else. Sadly, we didn’t win, but I did get to relive my middle school dance team days while watching the dance team out on the b-ball court. Good times. 

Saturday, I dragged myself out of bed to go to work, but afterwards, I headed to Josh’s, where I awkwardly woke  him up (it was 2:30PM, so I didn’t feel that bad), because we’d made plans to see High School Musical 3 again. (Before you judge, the first time, I missed A LOT because of the rabid crowd AND we now know all the songs and could sing along, making the movie infinitely more enjoyable.) Anyhoo, I didn’t want to walk all the way home then back over to his apartment before the movie, so I figured Josh and I could get lunch at the new Chipotle (YUMM!!!) that opened by the theater. I tried calling him, but he didn’t answer, which, I learned when I knocked on his door, was because he was alseep with his phone on silent. Oh well. He got up, and we headed to lunch and then to the movie. I didn’t feel too bad about us seeing the movie again, until I looked at the crowd which consisted of a couple making out in the back, a girl sitting alone eating a large popcorn, and a row of five-year-old girls. Whatevs. The movie was awesome. Again. 

Last night, Jillian and I headed out for sushi at Fugakyu in Coolidge Corner, which was amazingly delicious. I got a roll with eel and tempura sweet potato. It was insane. In a good way. Afterwards, we headed to a bar for my friends 21st birthday. Here, my weekend hit a low point. I had to act as Jillian’s wing woman, but I was too good at it, because about halfway through the night, she started dancing with some guy, leaving me to sit alone in the back of the bar texting my sister, during which, I broke my quasi-new necklace, sending black beads scattering all around me. Coolness Fail. I finally almost left with another friend, but when I went to see if the guy could walk Jillian home later, she decided to leave with me. 

This morning, I, of course, woke up nauseous, but sadly, had to get up early to go to my sorority’s Founder’s Day celebration. Now, I’ve decided in retrospect that my motto for this day was “Really?!” (in the vein of “Really?! With Seth and Amy” on SNL’s Weekend Update.) My little, her roommate who I love, and I headed out around 10:30 to overload on caffine and catch the buses that were supposed to drive us to the other campus around 10:45. Luckily, we got there on time, because when we arrived, we learned that “Buses” really meant “15-passenger vans.” Two of them. For our 80 person sorority. Awesome. We got to be in the first round of riders over, which proved to be almost as bad as going on the second round, as we had to sit for an hour and a half at this other campus waiting for the event to even start. At least it gave us time to eat the packed lunches we were advice to bring. (They couldn’t even feed us? Really?!) I ate my cold bagel from Starbucks, even though I’d just finished a Starbucks breakfast sandwich an hour earlier. It was at this point that I started getting pissed that I’d had to get up at 9AM. Luckily, the girls in my chapter are cool enough that we could entertain eachother. 

Then the event actually started – some woman from the international office came to do a “workshop” with us about living the values of our sorority. She bestowed information on us like, if a girl doesn’t share the same values as her sisters, the chapter may have no choice but to ask her to leave, that is, unless you can conform her to your ways. You should never wear your letters when you look bad, because people will judge you and your sorority, as evidenced by the time she saw some girl on the campus where she works from a rival sorority looking like “garbage poo” (Yes, friends, that’s a direct quote), and she thought it made them all look trashy. No, sweetie, I think that makes you look trashy when you trash talk girls 30 years younger than you. (And my fellow sisters and I were glad SHE wasn’t sporting letters along with her RED PLEATHER VEST. Ick.) We were all so disgrunted by the time we had to question eachother about our values and name adjectives that describe ourselves, that all my little, Lynn, and I could think of to describe ourselves was sarcastic, bitter, and judgemental. All true, but not somehting you want to bring up at a job interview. 

It was at this point that I thanked god for my sisters (the ones in MY chapter, not crazy alumni “sisters”) who all saw most of what this woman said as judgemental bullshit (like most of the things advisors tell us.) One of my sisters actually said, “Really. I thought what mattered was what’s on the inside.” Seriously. At least the girls I know can make me laugh through these ridiculous events. 

After what seemed liked forever, the event ended. As people on the first wave of buses coming up, my family (that is my little, grandlittle, and me) wanted to make sure we were on the first wave of buses out, because I was not spending another hour in suburban Massachuettes with crazy sorority women. Sadly, we headed out the wrong door and feared we’d been left behind. Luckily, after circling the building, we spotted the vans across the parking lot. We literally sprinted down a grassy knoll to push ourselves onto one of the vans, and by the time we were inside, we were laughing so hard at the ridiculousness of our desperation, I couldn’t breathe. We had a fun ride back, talking about so many random things (Vegan restaurants named TJ Piddleywinks, raccoons, The Office) that I was crying laughing at a few points. 

People ask me why I put up with all this sorority crap, which I seem to complain about all the time, and I think the van ride back is reason why I put up with it. Because at the heart of my sorority are girls I really do like and enjoy spending time with. I mean, I hadn’t even met my grandlittle until September, since she pledged while I was in LA, but I clicked with her instantly, because I love  my little and my little loves her. Things like that, you have to admit, are kind of cool  Yes, the bureaucracy and the mandatory events and crazy judgmental alumni make it obnoxious, but when you are stuffed in a 15-person van with 20 other girls and still find yourself laughing until it hurts, that’s not something you can leave easily.