At a friend’s party this weekend I met a guy named John who graduated last year and now works somewhere in the city (“city,” ha ha!) It recently occurred to me that soon I will no longer be dating students. Well, you know, kid students. Strange. I had all I could do not to tell him all about the Gospel of his namesake. That’s the kind of night it was. And no, I’m not a Bible reader normally–I read it for a Religion class, with a capital “R.”
Then I had the kind of morning where you don’t remember having rearranged your furniture and then you pass out in the shower. That afternoon I considered becoming a “non-drinker” at the age of 21. I’m actually still considering this. Partly because of my horrific morning, but mostly because, unfortunately, I have seen what prolonged overindulgence can do to a person, and I don’t want that to happen to me. That will not help me live to see the year 3000 2100.
