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December 09, 2004

Hi, My Name Is...

I'm going to a college reunion of sorts tonight. It's for people who attended one of the college's study abroad programs, so there will be people from different terms, most of whom I won't know.

As for those I do? I remember faces, but not all the names. Good thing there will be name tags. I'm actually nervous - what else is new? It's been ten years, and I haven't really kept in touch with anybody. I was totally amazed when my professor left me a message a few weeks ago at home. She says she still has a poem I wrote around that time, having been inspired by the experience (and needing to turn something in for writing class). It's not a bad poem really, but I hadn't thought of it in years. Thinking about it, my cheeks still burn with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure.

I wonder how we'll look to each other. I wonder if we'll have enough to talk about. (I wonder how many of us have blogs???) I wonder if we'll simply meet again and fade away back to our own lives. I hope not, but it will be nice to see old friends again and see what happens.

There better be something stiff to drink. Lady Crumpet is always merrier with a bit of spiritual assistance. ;)

Yours, &c., LC | 10:45 AM | Slice o' Life | Comments (3) | TrackBack (0)

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Um... so, do we get to read it? :-)

Posted by: Teresa at December 9, 2004 08:51 PM

This may or may not blow whatever cover I have left, so...

Jesus College, Oxford
[by Lady Crumpet, 1995]

I swore I wouldn't let this happen.
But when you read Shakespeare
aloud in that silk-and-sandpaper English
voice and your fingers run through
your soft, silver-swept hair -- mesmeric fingertips
brush against my cheek, my neck, my lips.
You could be a closet drunk, or in the closet;
with wife, child and parakeet; a vicious judge
of character, a sinister cook -- but for this hour
we sit on leather couches and drink Earl Grey
with milk, nibbling biscuits as we navigate
The Tempest.

Posted by: Lady Crumpet at December 10, 2004 10:28 AM

*eyes popping out of head as steam rises from neck*

Very nice!!!!

Posted by: Teresa at December 12, 2004 12:50 AM

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