Kristian and I are in Hartford for the weekend so that I can attend the Trinity College homecoming (Note to potential burglars: our cats are vicious and will attack without mercy. Don’t bother trying to break in while we’re gone. Also, I booby-trapped one of the rooms, but I’m not saying which one). I am really and truly grateful that K was so willing to drive down with me so that I can drink with my friends in a parking lot and not watch a football game. I was a member of a literary society in college and I’m not the secretary of our alumni association, so I was looking forward to seeing some of our members.
Kristian wore his “Tufts Alum” t-shirt to continental breakfast in our hotel. Most of the guests were Trinity alumni. We got quite a few dirty looks. I’d say that we’re about even.
There was actually much less drinking and hanging out in parking lots and more talking with old friends and getting to know some of our older alums who had showed up. We didn’t really watch the football game, however, so it wasn’t completely different from my previous homecoming experiences.
I went to a meeting of alumni officers from all of the various social organizations on campus (read: frats). Not only was I the only woman (except for the woman from the alumni office who was running it), I was also the only person under the age of thirty (except for the president of our alumni association). When I got there, they were all talking about their golf memberships and someone was passing out Trinity neckties. To say that I felt out of place would be a bit of an understatement. They were, however, extremely nice. It’s not their fault that they’re rich, old and male. 😛
Tonight we’re going to take a family friend who is a Trinity freshman out to dinner. I always enjoyed the chance to not have to eat in the dining hall. I figured that it’s time to pass the favor along.
