Sorority Blues

I was walking down Cliff Street with my mom when we passed the St. Vincent's sorority house, Sigma Delta Fra (I know. It was a dream.). There were a few of the girls sitting outside, and my mom stopped to talk to them.

"I've never been in a sorority house," my mom said. "Can I go in and look around?"

"It's not allowed," the girl replied.

"I'll give you 20 bucks."

"Okay!"

So while mom was looking around the house, I chatted with the girls.

Next thing I know, there is a huge party going on. Julie and Suzy were there for sure, and I had this vague knowledge that Anthony, Dan and Dre were kicking around, but I couldn't see them anywhere. We were dancing, beers in hand, having a great time.

All of a sudden, the paramedics are there. There was a gasp as the female paramedic toppled over, her pants unbuttoned, and partially down to just below her navel. "What happened?" someone yelled. I heard the shouted reply that she had 'soiled herself'. As the words were spoken, the stench washed over the crowd.

I turned my head away, and it was then that I noticed the group of people who were laying on the sidewalk. It looked as though about a dozen people had passed out or something. I turned to see the paramedic being helped to her feet. She pushed through the crowd, pants still partially down.

"You'd think she'd pull her pants up," Julie said, shaking her head.

"Hey Sisqo, put the thong away," Suzy shouted at the passing woman. The male paramedic stopped beside Suzy and scowled at her.

"It's policy. She's not allowed," he told her haughtily.

Suzy looked very unimpressed, and said in the most Suzy-like voice, "Well, maybe it will be legal by Friday." It seemed like the most witty reply ever in the dream, and I woke up thinking 'That was so Suzy.' Very weird.

posted by Lisa at 9:12 AM |