I’d Take This Over a “Night Out” Any Day

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It started out innocently enough. About three weeks ago, just before I was about to embark on my week of spring break craziness, my little invited me over for a nice dinner at her parents’ house. She informed me that a couple her parents were friends with, and whom I’d met before at a previous dinner, would be there. It seemed like a nice, relaxing evening — the perfect “calm before the storm” that would be my week in San Diego.

Boy, was I wrong.

On the evening in question, I joined my little, her parents, and family friends for a truly lovely dinner over a few glasses of red wine and champagne. Who could complain, honestly? And as pre-dinner cocktail hour, game hour, dinner hour, and post-dinner cocktail hour came and went, the family friends realized it was time to head home. The rest of us, however, were just warming up — my little’s parents included. So we did what any normal, fun-loving people would do: we invited more guests over.

Unfortunately for my little’s parents, that particular evening was a Sunday, meaning most of the working adult world had to get up and go to work the next morning. In other words, none of them were down for a little late-night Sunday Funday. Luckily, my little and I knew of a ragtag bunch of college students who were.

See, at this point in the semester , several of our friends had already departed for their own spring break excursions, and those of left in our college town formed a makeshift crew of misfits, dubbed the “Reno Spring Break Crew.” Side note: I was swiftly kicked out of this group text the moment I boarded my plane for San Diego.

Fast forward to the crew arriving. We showered them with the leftovers of the evening’s preceding events — remnants of food, wine, and dessert to catch them up to speed. Those of us who had been there the entire time (Ahem, yours truly) continued at the pace we had been all evening. Needless to say, things got out of hand pretty quickly.

Before we knew it, someone spilled red wine over a white table cloth, and my little’s dad got it in his head that he could complete that trick where one pulls a tablecloth off a table in one swift motion, as to leave the table setting completely intact. The first try wasn’t all that successful, nor was the second, or fourth, or tenth. By about his thirtieth attempt, however, my little’s dad was getting the hang out the maneuver, and by about his eightieth time, he had all but mastered it.

This continued for hours, and none of us grew tired of it. (Okay, maybe my little’s mom was slightly wary at first, but even she joined in the fun.)

By the end of the evening, we were sitting around the bar in their home, sampling shots of expensive foreign liquors, pretending to be interested in the “bouquet of flavors,” or whatever. The evening was perfect.

Fast forward to yesterday, Easter Sunday — exactly three weeks after the previously recounted evening. The same group of friends (plus those of us who had since returned from spring break), gathered at our friend, Taylor’s house for a day of brews, brunch, and bunnies.

After our Easter services ended, we all slowly began to trickle into Taylor’s — bringing with us an assortment of brunch foods, desserts, and drinks. We spent all day laughing, playing games, and enjoying the splendor of togetherness. As the day went on, as they all do, the crowd whittled away. By about 5 p.m., what was left was a core group of eight best friends (many of the same ones from the first evening), who spent the next seven hours bonding together.

Until about midnight, the eight of us sat around Taylor’s outdoor fireplace, reliving cherished shared memories, making plans for the summer, laughing together, and talking about the future. We shared blankets in the cold, downed a few beers, ate far too much food, acted silly at times, and grew closer than ever.

Those are the kinds of evening you can never replace, and you will never forget. Those are the types of evenings you can’t get from going to a bar or a nightclub. Not that I have anything against bars or nightclubs, but they can never produce the types of memories, love, and friendships that our friends made yesterday.

As my time in college winds down, I’ve realized that it’s not the college bars or the massive parties that I’ll miss. What I’ll truly miss are the irreplaceable nights with the people I’ve grown so close to. They say you can’t choose your family, but I know the friends that I’ve made in college are just that — my family. The core eight of us rely on each other on a daily basis, and operate as one. We believe in each other, support each other, and spend as much time as possible together, even if it means doing nothing for hours.

For anyone who thinks that people see college as the best years of their lives because of downtown nightlife, I urge you to reconsider your friends. Are they people you only drink with, or can you actually talk to them about real problems? Do you only see them on Friday and Saturday nights, or do you study together during the week? If, by the time you graduate, you don’t find yourself surrounded by a group of incredible, loving, fun people, then you haven’t taken advantage of what college has to offer.

To me, a home is only a home because of the people there. That’s why it was so hard for me to leave my parents’ home, because everyone I loved was there. Now, as I get ready to leave my college town — my other home — I find it difficult because it means leaving my other family behind. I’d give anything for another day like yesterday.

What does home mean to you? Tell me on Twitter and I might retweet you!

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To Auld Lang Syne

Hello my little blogger babies! First and foremost, I would like to say thank you to all of my readers who have been faithful to my blog since I started it in October. Although I created it out of necessity for a social media class I was taking, I fell in love with blogging, so I have decided to keep Diaries of a Super Senior going through my graduation in May. Besides, I have, like, soooo much wisdom left to share with all of you. Really, this is my Christmas present to you. You’re welcome.

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So, as you might have guessed, this post is all about New Year’s. Ahhh, what to say about New Year’s…

Well, for one, it’s a holiday about reflecting on the past year and seeing how our lives have changed, both for the better and for the worse. Maybe you finally dumped that boyfriend who considered the McDonald’s drive-through a nice date, or maybe you worked really hard and got a 4.0. Ahem, like your girl over here. Thank you very much.

Maybe this year, you lost some people you love, or maybe you found out that someone close to you is sick. Maybe you learned a lot about yourself, how strong you can be when faced with adversity, and what’s really important to you in life.

Whatever happened for you this past year, I truly hope your 2014 was filled with love.

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Let’s not forget that New Year’s is also a time to make resolutions for the future. Many people set out to lose weight in the new year, kick a nasty habit, or take up a new hobby to improve their lives.

I always try to be very specific and realistic with my New Year’s resolutions, so as to not fall short. In 2012, for example, I opted to floss every single day. Not only did I meet my goal by flossing every day in 2012, I have now continued the habit well into 2014 (and hopefully 2015 and so on), and now floss twice per day.

My resolution for 2015 is to improve my posture, which, granted, is not terrible. After standing for long periods of time, however, I often forget how I look. I hope to be more mindful of this in the new year. What are your New Year’s resolutions? Tweet them to me and I might retweet you!

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But to me, the most important part of this holiday is undoubtedly the celebration leading up to (and following) midnight. New Year’s is supposed to be a holiday filled with friends, family, fancy attire, glitter, confetti, fireworks, noisemakers, silly hats and glasses, music, dancing, laughter, and lots and lots of champagne. And who doesn’t love a glass of champagne?

Unfortunately, I haven’t always gotten along with New Years. The first big New Years Eve I can remember is when I was seven years old and the world rang in the new millennium. After that, my New Year’s celebrations haven’t been that memorable. Even my freshman year of college, I stayed at home with my parents and fell asleep after the East Coast celebration. My sophomore and junior years, I partied with my friends in Lake Tahoe, but I wasn’t 21 yet, so I couldn’t get into any bars. Last year, I didn’t make any plans, then tried to wing it the night of NYE. A piece of advice: never try to wing a holiday like New Years Eve.

So this year, I’ve organized a party bus for thirty of my friends to drive around the Reno/Tahoe area while listening to some music and drinking the abundance of champagne we have stocked up. Hopefully this year will finally be a New Years Eve worth remembering. I hope yours is, too. Cheers!

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I’m Thankful For…

Last year, I decided that Thanksgiving is actually one of my favorite holidays. Compared to Christmas or Valentine’s Day, which each come with unrealistic expectations perpetuated by Hollywood blockbusters, Thanksgiving has relatively low expectations. Still, everyone in the nation is given anywhere from four to ten days off of work or school to relax over this All-American holiday weekend.

For college students, the day before Thanksgiving, commonly referred to as “Blackout Wednesday,” is all about reconnecting with high school friends at hometown bars we used to only dream about getting into.

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And let’s not forgot that the day after Thanksgiving is the official start of the Christmas season.

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But today, Thanksgiving day, is all about a few things: food, football, and family. Oh yeah, and giving thanks.

Being it my last year in college, I am thankful for the wonderful time I have spent at my amazing university, which I have come to love so dearly. I am thankful for this brief moment in time that I will one day view in hindsight as my college years. I am thankful for the here and now. I am thankful for the opportunity to actually be in college, furthering my education in pursuit of a career. I am thankful for all the doors that college has opened for me. I am thankful for everything I’ve gotten to do in college, and for getting to experience it all one last time.

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I am thankful for the friends I’ve made, the incredibly wise professors who have supported me, and for all the things I’ve learned from each of them. I’m thankful for those things I’ve learned outside of the classroom, which have helped me mature into the woman I am today. I’m thankful for each of the little ups, downs, twists, and turns that college has thrown at me because they taught me that I was strong enough to survive them.

Mostly, I am thankful for my parents, and all that they have given me. I am thankful for them providing me the means necessary to receive a higher education. I am thankful that they have always believed in my dreams, and that their dream is for me to be happy. I am thankful for the times they pushed me to keep going when I didn’t believe I could. I am thankful that they’ve always known I could. I am thankful for them answering my late-night phone calls, for helping me through my mental breakdowns, for proofreading my essays, and for helping move me in and out of my dorm room, sorority house, and very first apartment. I am thankful for the occasional Sunday morning money transfer. I am thankful that I can tell my parents anything, that I’ve always known that I am loved, and that my parents are proud of me, no matter what.

I am thankful that, for now, home is only a four-hour drive away, and that my agenda for the rest of the day consists only of cheering on the Niners and helping Momma Collins in the kitchen. Do you think she’ll like this turkey recipe I found?

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What are you thankful for this year? Tell me on Twitter and I might retweet you!

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