That awkward moment when...

You're an officer of the College Democrats that goes to a pig pickin' hosted by the College Republicans the day after an all-out Facebook brawl between the two groups.

My word, I know politics brings out the passion in people, but last night was so ridiculous.  It was just nasty, terribly immature, and really really un-Christian of everyone involved.  By the time it was past midnight and people were still going at it like crazy, I finally posted this status: "Everyone just needs to sit down, shut up, and quit talking to each other for tonight because I know politics brings out the passion in people, but this is getting way out of hand." because it felt like it was just never going to stop.

Then, there was this pig pickin' today.  Originally, all of the College Democrats were invited, but Chris and Louis decided that after what happened online, it was probably safer if at least they didn't go.  They suggested I not go, either, and I honestly struggled to make a decision on what to do.

On the one hand, I am very loyal to my group, and I was really unhappy with some of the things the Republicans did and said last night.  I actually flat out told Louis and Chris that if it was going to make them angry, I wouldn't go.  I really dislike making people mad at me, and as an officer of the club, I really need to stay in good standing with those two guys.

On the other hand, though, I am a woman of my word, and I promised Gabe I'd go.  Plus, I felt like if all of us Democrats cut the Republicans off, then that Facebook brawl would turn into a full-on campus-wide war.  And as much as it pains me to say this (haha), the Republicans, they'd probably win.  They have so much reach on this campus.

So once I cleared it with Louis and Chris, and talked to Gabe who reassured me that I wouldn't be walking into a figurative suicide mission, I decided to go.  I like barbecue, I wanted the break, and I wanted to try and show them that we don't hate them and that I wanted to forget last night.

Aside from having to listen to a Republican Congresswoman stand around and bash the president (but really, I expected that, I knew politicians would be showing up), it was actually really fun. I played cornhole for the first time (and no one laughed at me when I was horrible), the food was delicious, everyone was really nice, and I made a few new friends. A few of the guys that I've been friends with on Facebook for a while asked me how I was doing after the whole pancreatitis mess, which I thought was very sweet.

So yeah, it was good. It was fun. I am happy.

And praise the Lord, Gabe and my friend Alex are going to come help me move out next Saturday.  Holly doesn't know if she'll be able to get the morning off from work, and I was running out of people to ask.  I'm pretty useless when it comes to moving heavy things (like my bed and recliner), and Mom is still pretty weak, so finding some male muscle power was pretty crucial.  Hooray for good Southern boys who can't say no to a woman needing help with physical labor. ;)