Silliness I don't want to forget
We all know how much of a tactile person I am. I blame it on the 15 years or so of cello playing. Needless to say, Sunday night was not a happy night. I ended it crying on PJ's shirt, because I felt that rotten. I saw him again tonight before class, as per our usual Tuesday night routine of mass and soup. Or, in my case, prepping for mass and soup before eating and running to class.
Which is where the silliness comes in. PJ gives me a hug goodbye so I can traipse across campus and get to class ontime, and scratches my back in a similarly reassuring manner like he had Sunday night. I ended up trilling like a happy birdie who speaks cat-ese, which I don't think I've done around most WashU people yet. I can picture the perplexed look on his face, as he turns to our third friend and goes "awww, she's purring. What do I do?" "Keep scratching," I answer, mostly into his shirt. "No, stop scratching so she'll go to class," comes the retort from the other one, which is, of course, what he does.
Best part of the whole thing, after we all break out laughing, is that class was cancelled for the night. I came back to the CSC afterwards, promising myself to hang out and be social until 7 then come home and work on the papers that won't end. Walking into the dining room where most of my friends were sitting and eating and seeing the looks of confusion and checking of watches was priceless.