The End is Near! But boy oh boy has it been fun!

13 years ago today I graduated from Boston University with a B.A. in Political Science. Five days from now I will graduate from the Haas School of Business at UC Berkeley with an M.B.A. Crazy. These last couple of weeks have been insane...and just when I want time to be standing still, it is flying by faster than ever. Still no job. But DisOrientation Week has been really fun! Haas Idol (on the same night that Chris Daughtry was RIDICULOUSLY voted off American Idol, but more on that later) was AWESOME...so many people showed up and lots of people sang songs. Our rendition of 9 - 5 was a crowd pleaser, though admittedly, my part in the Tom/Marcy duet of "So Happy Together" was pathetic to say the least. The Bradstreet Boys were AMAZING, as was the Christian/Dave/Tom acoustic special. Navneet and Anders with the air-guitar extravaganza wowed the crowd. It was all around a fantastic night. And by the next day, I had lost my voice. Didn't stop me from going to the Giants game or the End of Year party with the first years.

That party was a smashing success and I was feeling so good about DisO Week and how Tom and I were managing to pull it off so far! I particularly loved the U2 cover band Rattle and Hum that played the party. And Niko and JoJo did a kickass job spinning beats all night long.

Then there was Vegas. I was on the fence about going. $ and other factors were weighing me down but at the last minute I decided to go. I am so glad I did. We stayed at THEhotel at Mandalay Bay, which was a lovely hotel (even though I spent too much time locked out of my room...still, it was nice and I would stay there again). It was a little weird since exactly one year ago, Peter and I were in Las Vegas and we stayed at Mandalay Bay. We almost got married. Well, we talked about going to a chapel, having an Elvis impersonator and tying the knot (thank goodness we did no such thing). Anyway, it was a bit weird to be there and have all those memories float back. Because, you know, Peter and I had a nice time in Vegas. I had just decided to take the job in Budapest for the summer and we were a bit giddy with the possibilities in front of us. But I digress.

Vegas was a blast. Lots of great girl time, great dancing and...Jack.

Jack
Hmmm. Not sure what to make of Jack. On the one hand, I think we could be amazing together. On the other hand, I am not sure Jack could handle me...could he really tickle my back as much as I require? Would he willingly deal with what Peter so lovingly called my monomania? On the other hand, today Jack said that he worried that if we got closer, "collapsed the space between us," I might see the things about him that are really f&%$!ed up and not like them. And on another hand (yes, many hands here), he is one of my best friends and I cannot imagine anything jeopardizing that. On the (final) other hand, I am always willing to risk the friendship for the potential for something better. So the question is, is there the potential for something better between Jack and me than what we have now? I think maybe there is. I think he thinks maybe there is. But not right now. Not sure when (if ever, really). But not now. So, I guess I just put him, us, back in place and move on.

Jason
What is with the Ja names? Jason and I went a full week without talking. I actually did not notice right away how many days had passed since we spoke. But after about four days I realized he had not called. But, strangely, it was okay with me. A far cry from just a few weeks earlier when my spirits rose and fell based on whether or not he called or emailed. I finally called him on Monday, mostly because Robyn's wedding is next weekend and I felt like I needed to check in and see if he was still planning on joining me. In fact, I suspected he was not; in fact I would not have been terribly disappointed (it actually occurred to me to invite Jack to this wedding instead!). He called me back Monday and, as usual, it was so lovely to hear his voice. Not the same kind of lovely. Not the giddy, head-over-heels lovely. But his voice is silky and smooth and it conjures up memories of our short but spirited time together. So, I guess this is progress. I am no longer nutty about this guy. He seems to be in the right place in my head and heart. And Jack makes it easier to put things in perspective. Jack is real. Jason is dreamy. Dreamy is nice. But real is powerful.