
The tables are all set...

... the banners are finally up and ready...

... and the lights shine brightly for you tonight.
Months of planning have paid off, our imaginations materialized. The food was alright, the program was smooth enough (for a dinner, we were only about 30 minutes behind schedule). I took a cab home and reached safely. And to think it was only last year when I wondered how it felt to see seniors graduate. Not as sudden as death, but as inevitable and vacuous.
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