YOLO

On Monday nights, my office hours are from 10:00 pm until midnight. They are not usually very exciting, so I often take that time to research dental insurance options, play Candy Crush Saga and/or Farmville 2, or talk on the phone. This week, I was on the phone when Connor stopped in my door frame as she often does.

"Kim, have you ever heard of the saying YOLO?"
Thinking I might just score some hip points, I smiled and said, "Yeah, I have."
"Do you know what it means?"
"You Only Live Once, right?" Boom. Got Her.
"Right! So...you should take me to Dairy Queen."

Normally, I would definitely not go on an after curfew run without it being Senior Sneakout, but Connor really got me with the YOLO logic. (What she doesn't know is that it will never work again.)

I looked at the clock on my computer, and it was somewhere around 10:56 pm.  I know for a fact that Dairy Queen is not open after 11:00 pm, so I bargained with her and told her we could get ice cream from McDonald's, the only place in town I can think of that keeps its lobby open after 11:00 before Thursday night. She accepted my offer and invited her roommate, Morgan, along.

Dressed for success (or in our hanging at the dorm clothes...whatever) we loaded up into the Party Van, a silver Dodge Caravan, and struck out on a quest for ice cream and French fries. Despite the fact that I ate a filling dinner of steak, broccoli, and loaded mashed potatoes at Chili's earlier in the evening, I couldn't resist the thought of a McDouble or some chicken nuggets...so I got both. Why? YOLO. (Just FYI, YOLO apparently trumps any and all fast food breaks and three-meals-a-day logic.)

After some good food and conversation, we headed back to campus with no fewer than four bags of food for our comrades back at the mansion. Morgan requested that we listen to some rap music, so I turned to our local crunk station and found some jams. As we were pulling onto campus, a song they were particularly fond of came on, but they weren't sure what it was. Fortunately for us, I have Shazam on my ancient iPhone (take that, Connor!) and discovered within seconds that it was "Dope" by Tyga featuring Rick Ross. The girls decided they were going to go home and download it to jam in their rooms. Morgan even commented that she hoped their suitemates like the song, presumably because they were going to blast it.

Woah. Hold up. TEACHABLE MOMENT TIME!

Before room check, I had to ask Morgan to turn her music down and threaten her with taking her speakers away. When she mentioned blasting "Dope," I reminded her of my earlier threat to take her speakers away. Slightly distraught, she exclaimed, "Kim, it's either my music or drugs!"

I guess I don't want to find out what happens if I take away her speakers, but then again...YOLO.