I can’t believe my baby graduated from college…my baby sister that is. For some reason, my sister graduating from college makes me feel older than the fact that I am married and have a child. I guess she was my link to the young life. I could link her with ideas, fun, and trends. “Oh yea, isn't that cool? My sister in college told me about that.” We had such a great weekend celebrating her hard work and determination. It really is a fete to graduate in four years, cum laude, and still have a serious pair of party pants.
After the ceremony, our family drove the 30 minutes it takes to get to the beach from her school and celebrated with a little lunch and some sangria at the beach condo my mom rented for the weekend. It is guaranteed to be nothing but fun (and a little drama) when our family gets together. As the stories, drinks, and laughs grew, we all knew it was going to be a memorable night. It is tradition in her school for every graduate and family member to go to Seacrets that night. Seacrets is a huge beach bar on the bay that is complete with several bars, bands, a little indoor club action, and always a great spot for people watching. We got there around 5:00pm and enjoyed some time together before her entire graduating class and their entourages showed up. After a few hours, we made our way from the table and started standing around one of the beach bars, dancing to the tunes of a great beach/cover band. They were playing a good deal of Eagles, Steve Miller Band, and other classics that were great for singing along to.
After one song concluded, the main singer gave a shout out to the crowd…”Any requests?” Without hesitation, my middle sister shouts out…”Salt-n-Pepper Push it.” We all start laughing, never thinking these t-shirt and flip-flop wearing, shaggy haired guys would know it. After about 10 seconds, the first few notes to the song were strummed on the guitar and he pointed to my sister and told her to come on up. The three of us ran up there and jumped on stage. She grabbed the mic and began…”Oh baby baby, Ohh baby baby.” As the band played, my middle sister must have had a flash back to the tight jeans and baggy Calvin Klein t-shirt wearing days of middle school and early high school. Every single word of that song came streaming out of her mouth as she gripped the microphone and pumped up the crowd. My youngest sister and I became the back-up singers shouting “Salt and Pepa’s here!” My mom was glowing with pride. Her three educated, smart, grown daughters were rocking out on a stage while old men whistled and young girls danced.
With work, babies, boys, and life, the three of us don’t get a ton of time to be silly and fun together like we did for the first 20 some years of our lives. Well…at that beach bar in front of the Salisbury University graduating class of 2011, we pushed it…we pushed it REAL good.
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