It was the Saturday before St. Patrick's day. There had been a large party put on by the school to celebrate the Irish feast day. Little girls in green skirts with super-curled hair had danced on the wooden stage. Medium-sized girls in black skirts with equally curled hair also danced. Then some of my schoolmates danced. They were wearing pants and didn't curl their hair, but the dancing part was the same. Tutors and their families joined the student body to drink beer, eat corned beef, and enjoy the festive atmosphere.
Plastered on the wall behind the stage was a green-paper sign reading "Welcome to the St. Patrick's Day Celebration" At about eleven pm, I was sitting on the stage with three freshmen boys. We were passing around a mandolin that was missing strings, talking about nothing in particular, and all wondering what we should do on this Saturday night. Curfew wasn't for another two hours. There wasn't enough time to watch a movie, but it was too early to go to bed. Jims stood up and started pulling the green paper rectangles off the wall. Nick joined him. Not wanting to miss any incredibly riveting fun, I stood up and walked over to see what exactly they were doing. The wall had become a large scrabble board, but Nick and Jims were on the same team. Rearranging the letters into hilarious combinations was entirely captivating. The four of us got involved in this new game. Although I can't remember every combination that happened, the final product was worth remembering:
"Pat can retry to kiss Caleb."
What better fun could you have on a Saturday night?
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