Visit (I)
One of the many great things about joining Greek life at Marist, or any college, is that your connection to your sisters keeps you connected to Marist on a personal level, even years after you graduate.
And, of course, it gives you an excuse to come visit from time to time for sorority-related events.
Here are some highlights from my weekend with my sisters. Knowing I would be returning to Marist the following weekend for S.A.W. (read about it here), we didn’t visit all of our favorites, but still hit up plenty of hot spots.
Sure, you can get two-for-one-margaritas at most Chili’s restaurants, but when you’re surrounded by friends who have traveled from more than three different states, the ‘rita tastes that much sweeter.
Strolling by my old home was somewhat sad. A three room apartment in North Jersey is no comparison to the luxurious life I lived in the Fulton townhouses.
Pizza straight from the oven at Pleasant Ridge III. And yes, that is a saucy piece of Chicken/Bacon/Ranch on the right.
Riding in Phatz’s cab never got it’s own bucket list entry, but I did write about “The Man, the Myth, the Phatz” for my senior Narrative Journalism final.
Even though PJ the DJ and karaoke were missing, we still had a ton of fun at Darby O’Gills.
Kait
