Feeling up Emily Dickinson (and the death of Ben Jonson)

This weekend I got together with some of the Converse girls, and much silliness happened. I think we are starting to realize though that we are not 22 anymore and can't stay up drinking till 3am and expect to go on with life as usual. Ugh. We're old. But it was nice to spend time with them and take a stroll around the Converse campus...We always have to do that when we're in town together. When I'm off living my life, I forget how much fun it was to live there and what a generally happy time my college years were. The older I get, the more I realize how lucky I was to go to a small women's college where your professors care about you and have you over to their houses to get drunk and read Othello aloud.

Stephanie, not at all drunk but looking like it. She actually needs no alcohol to be silly and inappropriate.

Kim, not liking the turn that the UNO drinking game has taken. You will notice she has no drink in front of her, so this may be the problem.

The whole "which base is which" question finally gets settled:

 

On Sunday, freshman year roomie Emily's husband Robert drove our hung-over asses over to Converse so I could take pictures of the new "girl power statues" on campus. Yes, this is Emily with her hand on Emily Dickinson's breast. It seemed appropriate.  This is an extremely cool statue, actually. I love her face.

Things took a decidedly creepy turn when we walked down to the art building to look at the Mary Cassatt statue. She has no eyeballs. Now that I think about it, she kind of looks the way I pictured "Bloody Mary" from the urban legend, the one that scared me shitless as a child.

(OMG! You said her name in the mirror! She's gonna rip your soul from your mutilated body!!)

Emily "slides down" a metal sculpture very coolly titled "Magneto."

Converse has been doing this thing for a while where you pay a bunch of money and they put your name on a brick on the walkway outside one of the new buildings. Then you get all excited and go there and find your brick and get all pissed because it's next to the brick of a prissy girl you hated  or something. Sometimes people pay to have random things put on bricks, like this one:

And possibly the best brick anybody ever paid money for anywhere ever...

 

Of course there are several male professors I would gladly shell out to buy a brick for, but damn.

PS: Today is the anniversary of the death of Ben Jonson, who according to my dorky little calendar is buried in a vertical grave in Westminster Abbey. 

Comments

[Marcie]

You guys are hilarious. Glad you were able to fondle Emily Dickenson. It is only appropriate. Ahhh, if only there were metal slide sculptures when we were there. I can see drunken injuries!

[Kimberly]

I'm going to become a vampire so that possibly my horrendous pictures will cease creeping into these albums. Dude, what the frick was I doing....

[Emily]

You always have that look on your face.

[Shwetha]

Awesome pics! sorry i couldnt be there to fondle Emily..uh..Dickinson..yeah....

[Sayra]

That's art man...with a special touch...