by Daisy
I am going back to college.
No, I have my degrees, undergrad and Masters, and I'm not that much of a glutton for punishment to pursue a Ph.D. This weekend I'm judging a state-level music festival that takes place at La Petite's University, and I'm going to save my lodging allowance by staying with her. Yes, in a college apartment.
This is the place with the two-tone toilet and four-color bathroom.

The apartment with cupboards too high for either girl to reach.

The place with updated bulbs that don't quite fit in the light fixtures that are tastefully decorated with mallard ducks.

In other words, it's perfect for these college girls. But for a professional, a musician, a festival adjudicator?
I can take it as long as there's coffee. The festival headquarters is located in the Fine Arts Center, directly across the street from her apartment, so close that I can walk there in the morning. And to add to my credentials, or at least my "street cred", two years ago on State Festival weekend I stayed overnight in her dorm room!
Oooh, you are a brave woman. But I guess staying in a dorm last year prepared you for this.
Have fun with your daughter!
Posted by: Lynn K. | April 24, 2008 at 07:05 AM
Good luck, Daisy!
Posted by: melanielynnehauser | April 24, 2008 at 08:24 AM
Oh, Daisy, here's to you! Last spring I stayed with my son in his apartment. He's a good kid and he's tidy, but I declined to use his shower. Good thing I was just staying for one night.
In a dorm room, though? You're a stronger woman than me!
Posted by: Judy Larsen | April 24, 2008 at 09:09 AM
I can handle almost anything if there is coffee.
But it has to be really, really good coffee.
Posted by: margy | April 24, 2008 at 12:44 PM
Judy and Lynn, the dorm was actually very quiet. Most of the kids on her floor went home for the weekend.
We Festival Adjudicators always get coffee in the morning before we start judging. If all else fails, there's a McD's down the street.
Posted by: Daisy | April 24, 2008 at 05:19 PM
You can pretend you're 20 again. Why? Why not? Just have as much fun as possible and stay away from any punch drinks. Snerk.
Posted by: JaniceNW | April 24, 2008 at 10:36 PM
Janice, dare I admit it? I remember those punch drinks. Whoa. I think I'll stick to beer and pizza. Or better for me, Diet Coke and sub sandwiches.
Posted by: Daisy | April 25, 2008 at 05:21 PM
Were your punch drinks made with AlCool? (Remember that stuff? Is it still out there? Is it still legal? Because it shouldn't be...)
I stayed a few days in my daughter's apartment. Brought back lots of happy memories, because she's living in the same city where I went to university!
How did the Festival go?
Posted by: Ilona | April 27, 2008 at 01:05 PM
All went well. La Petite had the use of my vehicle while I was judging, so she was happy. I had a good day, heard some wonderful singing, and earned a bit of cash, too. She's not a drinker, thank goodness. I hope she stays that way for a long time.
Posted by: Daisy | April 27, 2008 at 09:26 PM
Given that she has a two-tone toilet and a four-color bathroom, a hungover close-up view of which would surely qualify as HELL, I too hope she stays a non-drinker for a long time.
Posted by: Kalynne Pudner | May 01, 2008 at 09:54 AM