Graduation Stories

Last year, Chris and Jim, another housemate, graduated. I stuck around for graduation, met their families, and generally enjoyed the weekend.

Months prior, Jim's parents had suggested that he make reservations for dinner at a local restaurant. This was to be the night before graduation, and it was to include Jim and his family, Chris and his family, and me. Jim never quite got around to making the reservations. We struck out anyway, in search of a restaurant, but everything within driving distance was packed with other people who had the same idea.

Jim and I were sitting in the lobby of where ever we were, contemplating an obscene wait time, when I pointed out that we'd probably eat more quickly if we went to the grocery store and cooked food at home.

We herded eight people down to the local supermarket to pick up steaks, salad stuff, garlic bread fixings, wine, and dessert, and then dragged it all home and out to the grill. Jim's dad cooked the steaks, Chris' dad was in charge of the grill, we had a great dinner on couches in the living rooms, and we all decided it was a good enough tradition that now that I'm graduating and Chris is getting his master's, we're going to do it again this year.