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May 6, 2002 - Ok, so let me tell you about this dinner I went to on Friday night. It was one of those pre-graduation type of things where everyone graduating from the dorm I am affiliated with was invited to have one nice dinner together. In principle, this dinner will be one last memorable night together that we will all look back upon fondly. So, although this is normally the type of thing that I'd avoid like a Nelson reunion concert, I grudgingly agreed to make an appearance.
         The reception began at 6:30, dinner is scheduled for 7:00, my friend and I pull in around 7:45. This turns out to be about perfect, we immediately find some friendly faces near the front of the dinner line and stop to catch up for a few minutes. Before we know it, we have a full plate of food in front of us. It happenned that way, seriously, we never intended to cut...alright we did. It was like 5th grade all over again, cutting in the lunch line. So about twenty people in line had to wait an extra 2 minutes...is that so bad? It doesn't make me a bad person, right?
        Anyways, back to this party. All of the guests were seated at a series of miniature tables in the back yard. This collection of sixty or so young adults could only manage to produce  one coed table...the other ten or so were all unisex, I kid you not. On top of this, all of the tables seemed to have an obvious theme running through them. For example, my table was the male 5th year table... all three of us. Let's see, there was also the goofy guy table, the cool guy table, the nerd table (and let me tell you, you have to be something extraordinary to be a nerd at Rice), the friendly girl table, the "wild" girl table (where my girlfriend happenned to be sitting), the people who disappeared from view after freshman year table, etc. You get the general idea...it was like junior high all over again. Then again, we at least sat at coed tables by junior high...funny how we have regressed. Dinner wasn't so bad though, saw a lot of people who I'd been friends with on and off, a few who I was actually close to, a lot more who I didn't really know. The food was good, dessert was better, the wine and sangria was free.
         So far sounds like a decent night, but don't be fooled by the incomplete picture I have presented. I have yet to describe the location or the co-hosts. Our fabulous "senior dinner" was held at what can only be described as a mansion in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in Texas. The house was enormous and really quite amazing architectually. In the back yard there was a small swimming pond, full-sized basketball and tennis courts, and indoor/outdoor spa, and a lifesized chess board on the back lawn. In your average house, a lifesized  chess board would qualify as the most memorable feature. Not here, though (more on that later).
         The owner of the house was a Roseanne-sized woman who made her money the old fashioned way...she married three rich men, was so heinously unattractive that they cold not help but commit adultery, and then sat back and collected the alimony. This hippo came dressed in this black smock which could only be deemed acceptable if she was graduating with us next Saturday. At this point, dear readers, you probably feel that I am being too hard on this poor,.
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thrice-wronged woman. But let me tell you a little about her hobby. Ms. Alimony happens to be a big game hunter How do I know this? Was it, a) the big game hunting poster in her kitchen, b) the family of cheetahs in the hallway, c) the picture of the bitch with a recently killed antelope on her nightstand between pictures of her grandchildren, d) the dozens of wildebeest, gazelle, and buffalo heads scattered mounted through out the house, or e) all of the above? If you guessed e), you are correct. Another telltale sign was the zebra-skin rug...and the zebra-leg stool. Or how about the elephant foot trash can...whose ivory tusks were decorations in the sitting room? Or how about the fully restored lion in the living room? Where do you think her grandchildren sleep when they visit, beneath the water buffalo head or the deer head. On top of this, she has the nerve to have wildlife and conservation books populating her shelves. Huh? The co-host, the improperly named college "master" is an architect with the firm who designed the impressive house. He is a pompous little man (he'd be played by Bob Balaban in a movie) who clearly chose to hold the dinner here so he could show off his firm's prized creation. And show it off he did, with a full tour. Somehow, in his 30 minute long discussions on "lines" and "auras" he failed to mention any of the numerous animal carcasses. I would hope and imagine  this is because he found them as offensive as the rest of us did, but if that is the case, why did he choose to throw the party there? If nothing else, our "master" finally taught each of us one last lesson before we graduated: "Never let morals or good taste get in the way of an opportunity to show off." The dinner and the mansion were certainly as memorable as intended, but I doubt many of us will ever look back on the night fondly.
                                                                             
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