Can you stand another retro thread?

[That80sRush]

The next round: Three parties before preference round.

This was a looooong time ago and I didn’t take notes, so I can’t really remember the themes very well. I wore a pink cotton blouse that had tuxedo tucks down the front and a high collar with a tie made out of the same fabric, and the grey flannel straight skirt from the suit that my mom had insisted I would need.


St. Elmo’s Fire: That they were a bit more low-key made them more desirable. It was almost like there was an air of “we’ll select you if we want you.” That I kept getting invited back here made me feel special, even if I hadn’t really bonded with many of the girls I’d talked with.


Pretty in Pink: Though this group was bouncy and fun, I was still trying to leave the guys’ comments of their reputation out of my decision making. They had a Cats theme, and one of the girls with a really awesome voice sang Memory – it was touching. I talked with a pretty, polished senior, and asked her why she chose Pretty in Pink. She enthusiastically told me that Pretty in Pink was just "her" and she loved everything about it, and her best friends were the ones she had met there. I wanted to love a sorority as much as she did, but wasn’t sure that Pretty in Pink was "me."



Fast Times at Ridgemont High: Their skit had a 50's theme, and they served Coke in the small bottles with straws. For decorations, they had 45 records hanging from the ceiling. I’d met so many girls that I wanted to be friends with forever. That Best Friend had pledged this group at Big State U was a bonus. I really felt like I belonged here.

I was invited to all three for prefs, and could only go to two. This was the first time that I had to think twice. Fast Times was definitely on the list. I just couldn’t see myself as a Pretty in Pink, as much as I’d tried and as hard as they’d rushed me. Since I might transfer back to Big State U, wanted to have my friends in St. Elmo’s there to fall back on. So, Pretty in Pink was the one I cut, though with a twinge of doubt if I’d done the right thing.