Memorial Day weekend is almost synonymous with backyard BBQs, parties, good food and good friends. Saturday morning (ok, early afternoon) when I woke up the sun was shining, the birds were singing, the air was full of spring pollen and it was time to head to George and Steltz’s new house for the going away party they were throwing us.
It was a gorgeous day for a get together. When we arrived the place was already buzzing with activity; there was a lovely display of cheese and veggies, burgers on the grill and an ice luge gently melting in the soft heat from the sun. The usual crowd was milling around, my best friend from home, Regina, was there and some amusing outfits caught the corner of your eye as you mingled with a veritable who’s who of Phi Sig alumni.
It was a gorgeous day for a get together. When we arrived the place was already buzzing with activity; there was a lovely display of cheese and veggies, burgers on the grill and an ice luge gently melting in the soft heat from the sun. The usual crowd was milling around, my best friend from home, Regina, was there and some amusing outfits caught the corner of your eye as you mingled with a veritable who’s who of Phi Sig alumni.
The theme of the party was Dress Like Joey and, if I may say, his soon-to-be travel companions nailed it. I had a dress with a floor length skirt on (wait for it…) which was rolled up into my shirt to make a belly and PJ pants rounded out the outfit; Tom had a Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts which, after a short time near the beer and ice luge, were covered in large wet stains. What can I say, we have the Joey fashion down.
The day wore on and the night faded in and we lingered with our friends until the wee hours of the morning peeked over the horizon at us. We quietly disbursed each in our own time. Joey and I left Tom cozily wrapped in a blanket on the floor, and as we drove off sleepy and with a not so gentle reminder of last night pounding in our heads we each had satisfied smiles sitting on our lips because who could ask for better friends than these?
East Coast, you'll be dearly missed. The West Coast has some mighty big shoes to fill.
-Sarah
-Sarah
