Reception

Yesterday I went to my first graduate school reception and I wore my new Nina Ricci dress for the occasion. My mom came along to show her support and keep me company, which obviously made the experience a lot more enjoyable for me. What I found to be quite impressive about the experience was how attentive all of the school representatives were to their guests. Of course, the reception was intended to convince the potential students to accept the school’s offers so this attention had a definite motive, but the Dean himself didn’t have to go out of his way and spend 20 minutes talking to my mom and I about why the school would be a great choice for me.

But the story doesn’t end there…

When getting ready for the reception, I was contemplating whether to bring a clutch or just bring the bare essentials and put them into my coat pockets. In the interest of keeping it simple and not wanting to waste time on picking the perfect clutch, I went with the latter option. I put my ID, credit card, lip-gloss, and prescription glasses in my coat pockets and was out the door. We took a cab back home and, as it turned out, my prescription glasses fell out of the pocket in the cab as I was taking out my credit card to pay. I rarely loose anything, so this was a bit of a shocker. Ironically enough, out of the things I own (which some would argue are in excess ), my prescription glasses are probably the one think I actually need. It was not until about 4 am – when I was woken up by some internal force – that I new where how I lost them. It felt like some subconscious epiphany (if there is such a thing) was pulling me out of my sleep. I called the cab company in the morning, with the cab number and other details (from the credit card receipt he gave me), and by the next day the driver called me and dropped them off. Ummm, don’t you just love happy ending?

I guess the moral of the story is to carry a clutch or bring your purse. Pockets are less reliable than they seem . Also, don’t let a seemingly unfavorable probability of finding something prevent you from putting effort into the search. Life has an amazing way of defying concepts like “probability.”

What I’m wearing: