Nothing like the occasional encounter with an old Res Hall neighbor to make one feel old and insensitive. People who were your best friends, in that you: 1. drank with them and, 2. slept with them (see part 1.) your freshman year become distant acquaintances making encounters awkward. This makes for some delightful catching up:

Me: “So how’s Sandy?”

Old Res Hall Neighbor: “She dropped out and joined an outer-space transgendered abstinence cult.”

Me: “Wasn’t she your girlfriend?”

Old Res Hall Neighbor: “Yes.”

Wednesday’s Forecast: Guilt followed by drinking.