Last night was time for the annual Thanksgiving dinner at the Boys and Girls Club. D first noticed it when she pointed out to me that the Kappas would be serving the dinner. I knew right away that didn't sound right. The "Kappas" would imply the men of Kappa Alpha Psi. I'm pretty sure they have the same problem my frat currently does in that there are none of their undergrad brothers on the yard. What she meant was Pi Kappa Alpha. If I'm not mistaken, they are known as the Pikes. The same guys that did the same thing as one of their community service projects last year.
The Boys and Girls Club itself has plenty to be thankful for. The one here in Ames sat right in the middle of a flood zone which made it one of the casualties of the flood we had this summer. The bowling alley next to it that had been open at least since I was in college and the floods shut it down for good. A local bar that had been open for probably even longer located across the street suffered a similar fate. We thought the Boys and Girls Club would surely have the same issue. Fortunately, they were able to get it cleaned out and restored so it could finally be used again.
The food was once again just average this year. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just your standard turkey, instant mashed potatoes and gravy, rolls, corn and stuffing (which I naturally wanted no part of). And again everything was bland. Even the pepper wasn't cutting it for seasoning. I should have brough my own secret stash of cajun seasoning. That's the first time I've had turkey dark meat that was dry even wth gravy. I have no idea how they managed to accomplish that. But hey....it was free.
So as G and I were sitting there eating, two of the Pikes asked if they could sit at our table. I naturally obliged. I didn't want to be rude so I engaged them in a little conversation. Asked them about their house, what they did for Homecoming activities and whatnot. Once the eager one found out that I knew what VEISHEA was as well as where their house was, he was brilliantly able to ascertain that I attended Iowa State. That's when the conversation got a little interesting.
Frat kid: What was your major?
Me: Journalism. That's back when Channel 5 [central Iowa's ABC affiliate] was still in Ames. Iowa State owned the station. They sold it a year before I graduated so that would have been back in 1992.
Frat kid (very excitedly): 1992?! That's when I was born!
Talk about feeling old. Not that I really should have been surprised. Afterall, I do have a daughter old enough to be a college freshman. It's just that it sounds so surreal when it's coming from some strange, random kid that I don't even know. I didn't even find it rude that he would say such a thing. It was rather amusing to me. Although I gathered from the look on his frat brother's face that he felt it was a little inappropriate. It's good to know that some of these kids still respect their elders.
When they have functions like that I am reminded of what a great place the Boys and Girls Club is. The youthful staff they have working there are some of the friendliest people you would ever want to meet. They all interact very well with the kids and always seem to be enjoying themselves. The kids themselves are all good-spirited and well-behaved. Not to mention how diverse all of them are. It's the perfect environment for G to have a well-rounded afterschool outlet. Now that was something to be grateful for.