Free at laaaaaaaast, free at last…

Graduated on Mon and I had a BLAST. First off I had to be out of the house by 5 to make it to school by 6…sounds insanely impossible but I did. I was in shock and awe for lack of better words. I’d shared my up by 4a out by 5a School by 6a story with a few friends. To my surprise one took it upon itself to rent a limo for me. So I get out my apt and I’m all dolled up in tights and pantyhose (yak hate those suckers. Last time I was seen wearing em was probably 10 years ago). I’m coming down the flight of stairs and as soon as I get out the building I’m accosted by a well dressed gentleman. He goes on to explain that so and so thought that such and such and so he’s here to drive me to my graduation. WOLOLO I could have fallen over. He goes on to take my regalia from me, opens the door and I saunter gracefully in. 2DIE4. This was obviously a pleasant surprise and I’m oh so grateful for the gesture. No words can express my gratitude.

So anyway, we head off to school and in the limo I’m thinking man I could have had some cereal coz at this point my stomach is calling for ancestors long gone. All night I was unable to sleep not because I was excited but rather all panicked out. I don’t like attention and crowds give me the hibby jibbies so I was trying to calm my nerves down. If I’d known I was going to get a LIMO I’d’ve taken a glass of port or amarulla to soothe me into the oblivion of sleep. Oh well.

The ceremony started promptly at 8a. We were marched and seated and listened to one drool after another. The speaker really didn’t say anything of substance or rather did not impart any wisdom...well at least I don’t recall coz I was thoroughly amused by the dudes who were sitting in-front of me. They had apparently been celebrating all week long and the previous night was no exception. Jimmie was F’d up! He still had keroro in his bloodstream and kept us all thoroughly amused with his antics. He kept giggling and even called his girlfriend in an attempt to make up. Noooooooooo, whispering what’s that? He talked to his heart content and seemed even sincere from my perspective. I almost grabbed his phone to beg her to forgive his previous ills and have him back. He finally dosed off, with the hot sun tanning our black selves like we needed it. Can’t do this story much justice but twas quite priceless!

I work and went to school a stones throw away. So after the ceremony, limo gone, I took the 3min walk, to meet a colleague for a promised celebratory lunch. As I get there, there are people at the door to escort me to my office. They took enough photos to give paparazzi a run for their money. I was escorted to the restroom blindfolded, and my escort waited out the door as I did my deed then again blindfoldedly escorted me to the patio, where I was greeted with cake and punch and ice-cream and well wishes. I was and still am thoroughly touched that they made the effort to celebrate my achievement.

I felt blessed that even though my family wasn’t able to make it for my graduation, I got to speak to each of them and they gave me a warm fuzzy feeling. The pride in their voices was priceless and I really do appreciate all their well wishes. I’ve a little twinge of regret in being stubborn and adamant about not wanting to march and thus not giving them enough notice to get visas and travel for my graduation. Too tired to do much else, my sister and I went home and slept like we’d been paid. I’m a total control freak; yes call me anal if you please. Because I did not want any surprises I arranged a dinner, sent out e-vite, went to restaurant to point out exactly where I wanted us seated. This was at one of my fave quaint restaurant and had thus invited my chosen few. The food, Peruvian was delectable. We, well I had a great time. Dinner, wine, company was a BLAST.

I’ve the week off so contemplating next steps…somewhat a scary thought!!!