The Shower Curtain

Alright, I have been mentioning this story for a few weeks now and like I said the first time I brought it up, it would make Amy laugh.  So here goes….

Sophomore year of college started out just like freshman year…with Amy and I rooming together.  That second year, however, began with me playing the role of 3rd wheel to Amy’s boyfriend KB.  After a couple of weeks, I became intolerant and moved into a single room a few floors up.  It was the first time I had truly lived alone and to celebrate my new found privacy I started sleeping topless.  It soon became a “must” part of my sleeping ritual…well at least until the night of the shower curtain.

In our third year of college Amy and I lived next door to each other in single rooms on our sorority’s floor in Sanford Hall.  Because our hall was made up completely of sisters, we rarely locked our doors.  The catch though, is if the doors were locked, they only locked from the outside.  If you exited your room and wanted it locked or unlocked you had to be sure to check the knob on the outside.

During Spring Break of that third year of college, I stayed in the dorms while most of my friends went home or to the beach.  As always though, I found someone to party with.  I don’t remember exactly who I was out with that night, but upon returning to the dorms I was impaired.  Just like every other night I stripped down to my night time uniform and went to sleep.  But seeing as I’d had a lot to drink I woke up to use the restroom.  Since my room was directly across from the bathroom (and the hall was inhabited by my closest friends) I had made a habit of hopping into the bathroom at night while simply sheilding my chest with my arms.  It had never failed me, until this particular night.  I left my dorm room, heard the door slam behind me, and instantly froze.  OH SHIT!  I knew the door was locked.  The door was locked and as far as I knew EVERYONE was gone!  I was standing in the middle of the bathroom, wearing nothing but my panties and completely panicking.  Eventually I noticed the shower curtain and my only solution to being without clothes.  I took it down from the bar and wrapped it around my body.  Once I was fully covered I proceeded to go door to door (at about 3AM) knocking and praying that someone would answer.  Eventually and luckily, one of my sorority sisters (an older sister who rarely partied) came sleepily to her door.  I think by then I was crying and honestly don’t even remember her reaction.  What I do remember is that her solution to my lack of clothing was to give me a small, satin bathrobe.  I put on the robe, while wishing it was sweatpants and a t-shirt, and Emily escorted me across campus to the other dorm to get a spare key.  Signing out that key while wearing a silk robe that obviously had nothing under it was almost as embarassing as going door to door wearing a shower curtain.  But I did get back into my room that night and put on clothes.


If only I’d had a good designer handy, I could have looked like this!


Funeral Songs

The last funeral I attended was in January 2008.  It was for one of my sorority sisters, who died too soon, and left behind a husband and two beautiful young children.  She had a long battle with cancer, and it seems she took the time to think of the right song for her funeral.  The song she chose was “Soak Up The Sun” by Sheryl Crow.  “Soak Up The Sun” is another one of those songs that I had heard over and over, but never allowed the message to register until I was sitting in that chapel.  We were all there to pay our respects, say goodbyes, remember the good times, and mourn with others whose lives were touched by hers.  I’m not sure, though, if anyone expected that we would leave her funeral with such a special gift.  By choosing that song she gave us a message to walk away with, that if taken to heart, could make all of our lives a little easier to live.

The song I want played at my funeral isn’t something I’ve put a lot of thought into.  I suppose it should be something that represents me somehow, but more importantly it should lift people up when they hear it.  These days whenever I hear “Soak Up The Sun” I get a little rush of energy.  I imagine Suzy’s beautiful smile and know she’s close by reminding me to cherish this life, but not to take it too seriously.  Her life was a gift to so many and she found a way to leave us with just one more.

“I’m gonna soak up the sun, gonna tell everyone to lighten up

I’ve got no one to blame, for every time I feel lame I’m looking up”