Post-grad dinner at Restaurant R’evolution. A complete feast. Note that I am wearing a laurel wreath, which was traditionally bestowed upon earners of Master’s degrees. (at Restaurant R’evolution)
Graduation BBQ/Boil party. #followyournola
Newly minted alumna with my favorite program advisor!! (at Mercedes-Benz Superdome)
Here we go.
Prassanth’s graduation wish was to try on my glasses. (at Tulane Graduation 2013 at The Superdome)
Hammock snuggles last night. #latergram
Balcony hammock hangs with Bingley and Julia.
Talkin’ bout my generation.
This picture of my dog.
It’s after 2 AM (again)
What would I do without my old roomies to stay up with me and proofread stuff for me when my eyes are tired and bleary and I’m just exhausted in general. They are so good at spotting the extra spaces between words, it would blow your mind.
For this, and many other reasons, my friends are the greatest friends a person could have.
It is impossible to quantify how much it means to me that even when they are about to go to bed, if I ask them to stay up because I need them, they will.
I suppose over the years of our friendships, the late nights of support and encouragement will all even out, and I will help them spot typos in letters to their bosses and their job applications and grant applications, and angry emails to ex-boyfriends and girlfriends but right now I just feel so lucky.
The best decision I ever made was to live in My Pants my senior year of college. The people who lived in that house are more than former roommates, they have become my forever soul-mates.
