In case you weren’t aware, my husband has a younger sister named Shannon. She is cute and sweet and wonderful and one of my favorite people ever. She also happens to be a Chi Omega at A&M, so obviously she is awesome. I consider myself very fortunate to have her as my sissy-in-law, and always enjoy getting to spend time with her (this sounds oddly like a sorority rec letter so far...).
Recently she was so kind as to rescue me from a less-than-enjoyable hotel situation in College Station—she let me sleep in her bed and EVEN brought me snacks the next day while I was working just in case I got hungry. I know, you’re jealous, but sorry, she’s not for sale.
Shannon and I share a love for many things: good grammar, cheeseburgers, and card games to name a few. And one thing that you need to know about Shannon is that she is passionate about McAlister’s. Yes, the restaurant. You thought I was going to say her faith or something deep, right? Well she’s passionate about that, too, but I’m telling you that the kid (almost 20-year-old kid, that is) is addicted to McAlister’s.
Anyway, when I say that I got to sleep in her bed, I should probably point out the fact that she lives in the Chi O house. So if you do the math, I, a 25-year-old married, working woman, spent the night at a sorority house. And I am not ashamed! However, I was very taken aback when I realized that there were people just leaving for the night at 11 pm. Let’s please recall that by 11 pm, I have normally been asleep for 1.5 hours. And the girls that weren’t about to go out for the evening were up showering, studying, talking on the phone, or just chatting in the hall. I tell you, I was exhausted just watching it all. How is it possible that I ever had that much energy?
I felt a little silly showering in the community bathroom, but fortunately—believe it or not—the bathroom at the sorority house wasn’t terribly crowded at 6:30 in the morning, so I didn't have an audience or anything. Shocking, I know. It was definitely a fun trip down memory lane, though. Creature of habit that I am, I made sure to use the same shower stall I always used, and I even ate the same breakfast I used to eat every morning there: a bowl of Special K with red berries, but I took out the red berries. Trust me, it’s way better than just straight-up Special K. Promise.
With all that said, the whole point of this post is that Shannon is amazing and I don’t blog about her nearly enough. So here’s to you, SIL- thanks for saving me from the brown toilet and creepy furniture at the Plaza!