After a year and half in Pergatory- I get a reprieve
I got moved back from RC19 to RC18. Hallelujah!
In the move to Telecom, then back to LSB, I lost my RC18 tag. Finally enough people got shuffled around again, and I’m back in RC18. Not that it walk was killing me, but I’m such a crab in the morning, I now have one less thing to be bitchy about.

Dancing Girls
As I sailed past the dancing sorority girls lined up along Providence Ave. the other day, it appeared that their numbers are dwindling. I only saw 40-50 pledges this year. Ten years ago or so there would be so many of them they would be spilling out into the road. Erik and I used to identify the default pledge outfit for each year, as so many girls would dress the same, and it seemed to vary each year. There was the year of the khaki pants and big black clunky shoes. Then there was the year of the short denim mini skirt and tight black tank top. Then the year of the high skinny heeled shoes, with girls teetering along, looking to break an ankle at any minute. I couldn’t identify a ‘look’ this year, but I think tonight is bid day or some-such Greek ritual, so when I drive home tonight I can probably figure it out.