Well, I’ll spare you the suspense, in case you haven’t heard. ‘SC was defeated on Saturday night. We lost in the last 3 seconds. It was so painful.
I had fun being back on campus, though! I hadn’t been to USC in 9 years. They’ve put up a lot of new buildings, but the staples were still there (e.g. Jack ‘n’ the Box on Figueroa Street—I enjoyed a Sourdough Jack. Yay, west coast fast food!).
I wanted to visit my sorority house, but I was too shy to go in. After the game, though, the door was wide open, the security guard was reading a newspaper, and I’d had a few drinks. Plus, it was Parents’ Weekend, so I figured I could blend in without having to ring the doorbell and explain to some 19-year-old that I was one of her sisters—from pledge class ’97. NINETY-SEVEN: when boys called us on our landlines. When the hometown BF mailed me letters on paper and people played movies on VCRs, and the final episodes of the original Beverly Hills, 90210 were still airing. (We abbreviated the show, “Nine-oh.” Say it in your best L.A. accent.)
The interior of the sorority house had been redecorated and every surface was covered with tons of flower deliveries. It was good to see—and good to see how far I’ve come. Back then, we had so much drama, so much confusion. Secretly, as I walked through the house on Saturday, I was thinking that life is way easier now that I’m a 30-something living with my parents. I’ve come a long way, baby! No, I really mean it. I have my stuff together, sans car and apartment and boyfriend. I mean, I think I finally “get it.” Yay!