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Bet you didn’t think I could go back to this well again did you? But everyone knows trilogies are for wusses (I’m looking at you Brickley) so without further ado I’ll close the book on this enchanting journey through social awkwardness at Penn, the erstwhile “social Ivy”.
Of course the scenario I’m about to explore isn’t just relegated to Penn’s campus, but nobody’s ever accused me of being afraid to tackle national issues.
The issue at hand of course is the ominous morning after. Not sure what I’m talking about? Let me paint you a picture.
It’s eleven o’clock in the morning. You head over to Izzy and Zoe’s for a hangover cure and take your place in line at the corner of 40th and Pine. Your brain’s functions are hazy and the sun is blinding, but up in the distance you spot a familiar face–your paramour from the previous night. In the shroud of darkness and beer goggles you shared a night of passion. Now you’ve been reunited, only sober and under much less flattering light.
The same question asked so diligently throughout the course of this four part series gnaws at your brain: what do you do? One option is to summon whatever energy you have left in your nutrient depleted body to engage in a conversation that will probably be as strained as an Amy Gutmann public speaking engagement. Or, alternatively, you could just avoid eye contact and take stock of your sneakers.
There’s no easy answer, my dear Blogsbe Nation. Ultimately, you have to suck it up and attempt some sort of conversation, no matter how brief. At the very least, it’s to show you aren’t ashamed to acknowledge what happened (even if you are) and respect the feelings of last night’s hook-up. You could even be starting a real relationship based not just on alcohol-fueled hormones, but meaningful communication and connection. Or not. But, maybe they’ll let you cut in line, and isn’t that worth all the awkwardness in the world?
Editor’s Note: Check out the first three installments of “Well…that was awkward” here,
here and
here.
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March 13th, 2007 at 4:03 pm
Thanks to you, sir, I now firmly believe that, at the crucial moment, I will be able to summon the necessary courage and resolve to break down the barriers of potential awkwardness in an attempt to do your bidding and create a more cordial and less awkward environment for all. Consider this one vote in favor of Mr. Blogsbe for the Nobel Peace Prize. May awkwardness never again plague this campus. Long live Blogsbe. Long live Blogsbe Nation!!
March 13th, 2007 at 4:51 pm
A blogger does not sing because it has an answer. A blogger sings because it has a song.
March 13th, 2007 at 8:36 pm
As the leather-bound cover closes on this fair series, fear not, dear blogsbe, your descent from the awkward throne, for the world waits on bended knee for your triumphant return to the land of mortals. Alas we know you cannot stay forever, and it is only a matter of time and unadulterated genius before your soulbound duty will call once more and raise you to the ramparts before us. Until you blog again, dear friend, we welcome you, we praise you, and we wish you the best. Crack open a cold on, courtesy the Blogsbe Nation.
March 13th, 2007 at 10:02 pm
Are you and your friends writing those bizarrely loving comments or do complete strangers appreciate your work that much?
March 14th, 2007 at 2:38 pm
Non member: Do not dare insult the Blogsbe Nation ever again. We are larger than you can imagine.
March 14th, 2007 at 2:56 pm
haha, I saw that episode too. (flattery is OK.)