orange you glad…
Until recently, orange and I haven’t gotten along very well. I’m fairly sure this antagonistic relationship began my sophomore year of college during sorority rush. For the uninitiated, let me briefly explain….
A key component to recruiting new “sisters” into the house involved a series of themed parties, each of which kicked off with a fully-costumed song-and-dance routine. Meanwhile, potential pledges waited in a nervous huddle on the sidewalk until the act was over and they were invited in for the meet-and-greet.
Under normal circumstances, this process was deemed unpleasant for the rushees, as they were being judged over and over for about a week. Sophomore year, however, I would have happily traded places with them so I wouldn’t have to wear a bright-orange dress, all the while skipping, hopping, and singing the song, “Getting to Know You.” If memory serves, several cardboard sun placards were involved in the performance.
Three problems here: We looked like a gigantic dancing daffodil. Very few of us (myself included) could sing that song on pitch. And even fewer of us (myself included) were flattered by fluorescent orange. It’s a wonder we managed to get a pledge class together.
But that was years and years ago and I’m slowly coming around. Here’s why….
So now that you’re getting to know me, let me get to know you: Do you love orange? If not, you may want to take a second look this season….