(Senior)s

Your AARP card is in the mail and the real world - life - is pouring in through every hole in your tiny little ship. The reality of bills, independence, growth and maturity is becoming something that you no longer long for but instead worry about till you grow weary and you rub your eyes with fatigue.

Soon you'll be wearing those skinny little glasses they sell at CVS just to read your bedtime book - steaming cup of tea on your side and cloth slippers next to the bed. You'll be leaning over and kissing your significant other (for boy/girl friend has become to childish a term) and wishing them a good night - both of you perfectly content to leave the more adventurous of bedroom activities for some other nights.

The nights of Copa Wednesdays and Thirsty Thursdays will soon come to be replaced by Guys Night, Date Night and Work nights (Monday through Friday). 

I've learned from all you what I was supposed to in college - the models and cases and problem sets assigned in class were rarely little more than busy work providing an excuse to get to know all of you. 

Dear Seniors,

If I had a a thousand roses I'd give each of you one of them. I'll settle for a smile and a hug. 

You have been the ever present role-models in this little bubble we call life.

Your Kingdom: 33rd and 42nd and Market and Baltimore.

Like Kings and Queens there was and will be a royal grace to the way you shared advice, midnight conversations full of liquid and sometimes honest passion - always poised and composed even after long hard nights of pounding (fists) drinks at the place with all the smoke.

Good friends and good company are never forgotten.

Here's to you!

Salud!

Sincerely, 

Diego