Monday, 7 April 2014
Excuse the Cheese
I am the kind of person who would brave lines (no matter how absurdly long) just to get it over with. Such a case was a while ago when all one thousand and sixteen graduates (me included) were all redirected towards the Mandell Hall to claim our togas for the next day’s Baccalaureate Mass and the Academic Graduation a day after. This was not the same case with my friends however, and so even if I was itching to go home to sleep (or not. Sleep always becomes 10x more evasive at home) and get my nails done by my go to nail care person (since like ever!) we decided to move tomorrow’s supposed to be activities today, AKA visit this quaint dessert cafe somewhere along Scout Rallos that goes by the name Mrs. Grahams Cafe. A real meal was eaten prior by each of us, of course, in the form of plates made out of carbohydrates from Papa John’s Pizza. The only difference was that mine had an additional bucketload of chili and powdered cheese.
I’d leave you to judge if that was an unconscious attempt at channeling inner my cheesy personality or just plain gluttony.
Fifty-fifty, if you were to ask me.