So last year an old professor of mine died. (We'd affectionately called him Kibby) I'd only really gotten to know him in the last 2 or 3 weeks of my senior year, because I'd gone on a May Term study abroad trip with him, but he was best friends with a professor that I'm really close with and was just in general really fun with a great, dry sense of humor. It was a pretty big blow to find out about his death.
The professor (his best friend/the one I'm close with) decided to have some people over, not so much as a memorial service, but a memorial party. After some of Kibby's family members and some of the students we didn't know particularly well left, we kept drinking, joking, Kibby's older friends telling some ridiculous stories, then came music, drinking, dancing, drinking, a random neighbor coming over and drinking with us. It all lasted until about 5 am, I think.
Did I mention that my professor is a little nuts? Because he totally is. And he and his wife wouldn't let anyone's glass be empty for the rest of the night.
So anyway, this picture came from an evening that I had assumed was going to be sad and pretty dreary. (Um... I also originally had a button down over this and my hair was originally done in some sort of style. At some point both those went AWOL)
Fincham: Where are you going?
Me: I have no idea
Fincham: I meant where are you sitting. This wasn't an existential question.