a thesis celebration

let me present, master C:

this week, C handed in her thesis, completing a 3-year journey to attain her master's degree in visual arts administration.

my best friend master C. hee.

we had grand plans for saturday night's celebration. we really did. we were going to indulge in some intoxicants at my place with a few choice friends, then walk over to the brooklyn tuning party for an open bar and tech house all night. the party was only three blocks from our collective cluster of apartments. G knew the dj. AM knew the promoters. even Y — who will soon be have her masters in education! good lord i have a lot of masters in my life these days — was up for the challenge. a night of bass lines and dancing was fated to happen.

several bottles of champagne, a plateful of gouda, guava and mission figs, and a rapidly disappearing handle of jim beam later, and fate no longer seemed to carry too much weight with anybody. K and C hadn't stopped giggling in, oh, hours? Y and AC were deeply involved in conversation about ... something. V was taking pictures of his feet. and G was taking 12 hours to fill out the friend file book.

yes. the friend file book, perhaps the best idea ever. it's pink, plastic, and has hello kitty all over it. and thanks to K's brilliance, we got to finally answer those pressing questions like ... who has the best hair? who's the biggest flirt? who has the best smile? who has the best poker face? who is really your best friend?

so. busy as we all were filling out our friend file book, and stressing over which sticker best represented our true selves — i selected a daisy. i don't know about the daisy. G seemed to think it was appropriate; Y made a squinchy face at the choice — the clock slowly ticked past midnight, and moved rapidly towards 1am. the kids we were supposed to meet at the party were starting to rumble on the cell phones. they decide to come over, instead.

and suddenly, there are many, many more people in my apartment.

i remember talking to AB about what it was like growing up on a farm and then eating your pet cow. i remember C emerging from nowhere, then realizing that she had not gone home but actually had been asleep in my bedroom for the past three hours. i remember AE and JD drinking whiskey out of champagne classes. i remember Y looking at me intently, then asking me where i was.

i woke up this morning to find an empty 40 in my bathroom and a box of blueberry waffles and vodka slushee in my freezer.

hunh.

congratulations, C :)