Tuesday
Off to Columbus for freshman orientation. I don't remember both my parents being along for the trip -- I only remember my mom being there.
Wednesday
I met four other incoming freshmen at orientation. Two of them I saw again in the fall, and one of them I continued to run into occasionally throughout college, despite being on a campus of 53,000 students. Molly and Melissa were who I saw in the fall. Melissa was also in the Stadium Dorm, and Molly was in one of my first classes -- which we knew at orientation because we picked our classes there. And I ran into Molly serendipitously for the next four years and beyond, when she went to work for a friend of my friend Damon.
Maxwell's was one of the bars on High Street, in the area known colloquially as "12th Avenue" because that's where the strip started, or "freshman ghetto" despite students of all ages and years going to them. The second line secret writing says "No carding at the bar." I expected to be turned down when I tried to order a drink, but I had no trouble -- possibly because of my deep voice and possibly because I ordered a Wild Turkey on the rocks and the bartender wanted to watch me suffer. Unlike my last encounter with Wild Turkey, this one went fine.
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