Friday night was grad night, which was great. Grad Night is always a much-anticipated night; an exciting event marked by testimonies, videos, nice outfits, and lots of pictures. I was serving that night on Docs so it was a slightly different angle than previous years for me, but I was blessed nonetheless, and really actually enjoyed the night's festivities.
God only knows that I love frontline.
I am totes-m'gotes bummed about missing their commencement this year, so had to take a preemptive photos-with-the-seniors strike at grad night. I felt a little foolish and vain for walking around with a camera snapping photos with all of the seniors since I wasn't graduating myself.
Oh well.
After grad night, it always becomes class night.
Remedy went to Denny's.
It was the best. I haven't had that much fun (in general) in a long time, and maybe never in my class (except for last spring's mafia night).
The single long table in the middle of the restaurant was already taken by G.A. when we arrived, so Remedy was seated in this corner filled with about 5 booths. The aisle in between us was small so we just talked to each other across the way and got up and moved about in that area between all the tables.
The conversations that night were grrrrrrreat.
We began with psycho tests/quizzes where your answers supposedly reveal something about yourself. Then we segway-ed into horror stories. And then we told stories with holes/logic games.
Highlight-- I had just finished telling a scary Chinese legend/story. Keep in mind that at this point, we were all already a little creeped out and jumpy from the previous stories. Right after I finished telling my story, the power went out. All of it. Even the street lights in the parking lot right outside of the window we were sitting next to were out.
Everyone screamed. Hilarity ensued.
And also, see photo:
This is the story of Andrew Lee's life.
Blessed.
Love, Remedy.
bcl.
