This weekend I am driving home for a couple of reasons, but primarily it is to attend a friend’s graduation from college and of course to see my Mom for Mother’s Day.  Thinking about Jessica (my friend) graduating and entering in a new chapter of her life, makes me reminiscence and think about what I was feeling and going through at the same time.  I am tempted to focus solely on the accounts of my night-before graduation party (some content editted), and i know I owe this blog a story.  Oh what the hell….

Caution:  For Audiences above the age of 21, or aspiring to be 21

Let us jump ahead about 6 years from my last story,…It is May 10th 2001, Williamsburg, VA, on the campus of William and Marythe air is sweet the weight is lifted and my roomies and I are planning a graduation party of epic proportion. 

Define epic party:  one that consists of stock-piling necessary beverages over a 2 month period, in addition to removing all carpet from each floor before the party starts. 

Oh yes, this is going to AWESOME! 

Maria, Joyce and I, in the midst of packing up our most excellent college apartment, finishing up finals find the time to prepare food, create a bourbon ball (no definition needed, right?) and…are you ready for this…..and Ice Luge!!!!!!

Much planning went into the construction of the Luge, how were we going to create the huge chunk of ice? how will the luge be engineered on the huge block of ice? where will the luge be positioned for maximum use with minimum damage (melting) to the apartment?  We concluded that an aluminum roasting pan will suffice, perfect!  A week before the party we empty out our freezer and place the pan in filling the pan up cup by cup to reach the maximum density of the soon-to-be Luge.  Measure of Success – damn right, by starting the freezing process a week in advance, the luge was hard as the Alaskan glaciers. 

Ok back to the fateful May day….guests are going to be arriving in a few hours, we have to create the luge part of the huge block of ice in our freezer.  Should we use hot water? an ice pick (of which we didn’t own), or a butter knife chipping small flecks of ice away?  You guessed it!  Resource limited college kids, the butter knife became our tool.  Chip – chip – chip, the luge is appearing before us!  We are laughing so hard that we are pulling this off.  As a caveat, we weren’t these wild spring break type girls, we were just normal kids, probably why I think stock piling liqour is a big deal…OK, so Ice Luge created and refreezing so the slope of the luge is secure.  Burbon ball is chilled and food is on the table.  Guests start arriving….

Like any party there are moments of disbelief and exaltation, this party was not absent to this.  We stacked the luge on a slope created by our highlighted and despised text books and it was a huge hit.  Freezing vodka, rum and rumplemintz were finding their way down the luge into the welcoming mouths of our friends.  SUCCESS!  People were laughing and enjoying one another.  Many hair brushes were passed around as make-shift microphones, I think there was game of hide-and-seek going on, and we were all naive to what was really coming next.  All we knew is we had to party all night long.

The Luge lasted all night, we were pleased.  In between the crushed watermelon on the floor, plenty of spilled drinks of various colors, assumed prank calls that were really your mom (tyring to say hi who you inadvertently cursed at) through the blaring Monster’s of Rap cd we were embracing out last chance to be college roommates and to continue on being friends for life. 





Sandra Day O’Connor…..Yes, I was at the World Forum on the Future of Democracy and I turned to the 88 year old man beside me and excitedly uttered that statement.  He looked at me like I had three heads.  Either way, the evening was perfection. 

I sat in the audience at William and Mary Hall, nibbling on  my Tutti-Frutti Jelly Belly Jelly Beans (from the Wythe Candy Store in Merchant Square) listening to Sandra Day and Larry Eaglebuger (the Secretary of State when the Berlin Wall came down – not bad for the old resume’) talk to us about Democracy.  It was incredible.  The major take-away was Democracy is a process, a seed that we have to teach, nurture and participate in to make it work.  Fascinating!  I called my friend Joyce right away after the event, breathless and excited, because I got to meet the entire panel and that wink from Jim Lehrer would make any gal weak in the knees

What I was surprised by was the lack of young people in my age group being missing.  There were plenty of idealistic undergrads and tribes of old folks, but the people who are out busy living life, paying bills, taking care of their young children and hoping to stay fit and thin were all absent.  If you looked out into the audience I was this brunette spot in a sea of grey.  I was saddened and disappointed, that is the idealist in me still raring its head.  But it is that idealism that keeps me hoping that we will care enough when it counts to take helm at being the faces and leaders of this country. 

Either way, I left the forum with breathless excitement that even little old me or you can make democracy work for us here in the US and foster the great ideas globally and locally.