Monday, May 02, 2005
"Its like the bubble meets the fringe..."
Lately has been gearing up for the possible shock of real world re-entry. Nothing better than wholly frivolous, entirely insular events to do so- Red Party, Eleganza, Presencia Latina, and the joy of hopping around to 99 Red Balloons and Like a Prayer with assorted dear friends at the 80s Dance- even though the pleasures are bittersweet. I got a new computer, it has wireless, I downloaded pine right away, and I only have a month to enjoy such freebies.
and then there is the randomness that is Harvard. Like being informed at 2 am, sweaty and exhausted from 80s, that if I showed up in formalwear at 6 am to the Charles River there would be strawberries and Dvorak for the sampling. Skeptical, I went, high heels, clutch and all, at the break of day. The Lowell House "Waltz," a May 1st tradition. Various Lowellians arrived at the Weeks footbridge spanning the Charles, and there were strawberries, and champagne, and music, and I waltzed....all the while the "pagans" (or pagans, it was unclear), members of the local community, had convened on the river bank and were dancing around a maypole. Then we all proceeded to the MAC quad, ringed by Harvard dorms, for another maypole dance, and everyone dancing, and singing May songs, little kids with bells on their knees, adults with robes, Harvard kids in tuxes and dresses, skipping around in the mud and wishing each other a merry merry May:)
Lately has been gearing up for the possible shock of real world re-entry. Nothing better than wholly frivolous, entirely insular events to do so- Red Party, Eleganza, Presencia Latina, and the joy of hopping around to 99 Red Balloons and Like a Prayer with assorted dear friends at the 80s Dance- even though the pleasures are bittersweet. I got a new computer, it has wireless, I downloaded pine right away, and I only have a month to enjoy such freebies.
and then there is the randomness that is Harvard. Like being informed at 2 am, sweaty and exhausted from 80s, that if I showed up in formalwear at 6 am to the Charles River there would be strawberries and Dvorak for the sampling. Skeptical, I went, high heels, clutch and all, at the break of day. The Lowell House "Waltz," a May 1st tradition. Various Lowellians arrived at the Weeks footbridge spanning the Charles, and there were strawberries, and champagne, and music, and I waltzed....all the while the "pagans" (or pagans, it was unclear), members of the local community, had convened on the river bank and were dancing around a maypole. Then we all proceeded to the MAC quad, ringed by Harvard dorms, for another maypole dance, and everyone dancing, and singing May songs, little kids with bells on their knees, adults with robes, Harvard kids in tuxes and dresses, skipping around in the mud and wishing each other a merry merry May:)
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