no beads for me

I did not go to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, crawfish- and oyster-eating, and Hurricane-drinking mayhem.

I missed out on pledges waiting on me hand and foot (my dad's a Kappa Alpha, so occasionally I drip fraternity boys like other girls drip Tiffany jewelry; except it's look-but-don't-touch because I'm a brother's daughter).

My cousin stood me up.

I've never been stood up before, so I didn't know how to react.

Then I went into Dad's office in downtown Memphis and revamped my role as Answering Phones Girl.

No parades or beads or drag queens for me.

But Patrick and Dad flashed me when I got home (tops only, I promise) and Dad bought me a milkshake, so I feel better.

Still, fraternity boys-

betholindo at 4:42 p.m.

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