Dude...

We now have an official Drexel University sticker on our car. Spent Friday night and Saturday in Philly for Accepted Students Weekend. Meghan and I had been to several of the "sessions" when we first visited last year so this time we did a little exploring on our own. One stop was an old (seriously, oooolllldddd) dorm building with suites in it (apparently suites are not difficult for freshmen to get at Drexel).

Meghan dragged me in there, even though I protested that we wouldn't get past the front desk. But we did. Some very cute freshman boy spotted us and offered to give us a tour of the building. Very entertaining. Especially when he opened the door to his suite. Dishes piled mile high in the sink, DISGUSTING bathroom, six guys in the living room playing a video game, and one very shocked young man who came around the corner, took one look at me and slowly dropped his jaw to the floor.

I look like a mother. It's really annoying. At that point, I started apologizing all over the place and backing out of the room, but the cute freshman boy who offered us the tour insisted that he wanted us to see the suite.

Then this surfer dude type guy opens the bedroom door, wearing sunglasses. He looks at me, looks at Meghan. Looks some more. And says, "Are you guys here for Accepted Students Day?" Meghan, always the cheerful little girl, chirps, "Yes!" And he responds - and I'm directly quoting here (but you can imagine the surfer dude drawl that accompanied this) – "Dude, you should totally come here next year. It's AWESOME. I was down on this place when I first got here but I stuck it out. It's a great school, man."

I had to BITE my tongue not to laugh. Totally made the weekend, dudettes.

At the end of the day, Meghan took part in a master dance class - an audition to try to score a little more scholarship money and to meet the director of the dance program. She did really well; the director called her back out at one point to do a routine again, which is usually a very good sign. So we'll see. We met a lot of girls minoring in dance and their parents. It was really pretty fun. We also met the director of her major - Arts & Entertainment Management - and learned a lot about what that will entail.

Anna, meantime, had a delightful time at the freshman semi, with the "no I'm NOT dating him; we're just friends" sophomore who presented her with a corsage of tiny white roses. Even Howard texted me in Philadelphia that he was "a cutie." Can you even imagine Howard saying anyone is a "cutie"? Weird!

In one week, we'll all be on our way to Grand Cayman for a spring break vacation - probably the last one all together for awhile. I'm excited about this one - it's a British island, so everything is just that much more upscale and ... British. :)
Cheerio!

It's Opening Day, Baby!

Hail the Mighty 2008 Boston Red Sox season. 2,000 people were waiting in line for tickets this morning. Unfortunately, this photo, captured on my way to work, doesn't do that any justice at all. But what the heck -- happy opening day!

Date # ?????

Meghan and I fly down to Philly this Friday for Accepted Students Day at Drexel and that dance class audition that could lead to more scholarship money (long shot, but worth it to meet the head of the program).

Howard will be minding the fort with daughter #2, who is attending the all-important Freshman Semi-formal on Friday night. Last weekend, she and I went out to get her a dress and purchased this nice little chocolate brown number with a handkerchief hem. She looks good in dark brown.

Now... Anna has been through six boyfriends since the 8th grade, by my count. She dates them for a week or two and then casually announces that said boy-of-the-week and she have decided they'd much rather continue being good friends.

This, I find intriguing.

So, naturally I'm curious about this semi-formal. Is she going with a date? "NO!!! Moooommmmmmm!..." OK. She's going to a girlfriend's house so several girls can all get dressed up together and their mom will give them all a ride to the semi. Hmm... what girls? Who will be at this house?
"Tara, Kelsea, Megan, Kara, our friend John Grady... umm..."
"John Grady. Who is John Grady?
"Oh, he's a sophomore. He's just a good friend."
"Got a picture of this sophomore on Facebook by any chance?
"Sure, here he is." This guy looks like a slightly rougher version of Saun Cassidy (remember, from TV's The Hardy Boys?) In short, he's pretty cute. Every guy she dates is getting cuter and cuter.

Dates? Did I just say DATES? As in the verb? Well, yes, I did. THAT's because later I find out that she actually does have a date for this Semi, and John Grady is it. So... she has arranged to have him come to this girlfriend's house (because, my sleuthing daughter #1 tells me, all the other girls are bringing dates so Anna decided to ask John Grady to go with her as a friend). At least we THINK it's as a friend.

What irks me about this is that she won't tell ME this. What am I? Chopped liver? I'm not the one with the gossip gene (Seriously, Meghan has that one covered). So I wouldn't have known this. I wouldn't have done what I'm now going to do, which is encourage Anna to have someone take photographs at this girlfriend's house of her with the "group" of people she's going to the Semi with. Girls, boys, and John Grady - boyfriend of the week #7.

Jesus. I never had this many dates when I was in high school.