"DAMN!!!!!!!!!! WTF!!!!!THIS PLACE IS TOO CROWDED! LET'S GET OUT!" Startled, both Atish and I looked at Binay...he was angry, rejected and wounded with a bruised ego. I caught sight of his dance partner walking away in a huff. That was our cue to get out of any club. When Binay got riled up, it was better to leave the premises and get him to cool off in a corner. Atish got visibly upset that he was ruining our last night in DC. and was trying to quieten him down. Mareea, took one look at the situation and flicking her hair back said, "Binay babbee, how abou one las daance?". Of course, our He-man could not resist such feminine charms and lurched towards her with "Mareeaaaaa, boneeta, aai caarramba! anything for ya babeee!". Binay was not bad; just a guy who needed/demanded female attention. However, when his bruised ego convinced him that girls who did not want to dance with him were all Gay, it was definitely time to leave !!!!! Well, Mareea saved Da Rambo, his EGO, women's sexual orientation and Our Last Night in DC!!!! Back at my apartment, I picked up my mail as I walked to my room. My friends had dropped me off amidst tearful goodbyes and big sloppy hugs from the guys. Mareea had driven back home wailing and I walked away, hoping no one had seen my brimming eyes which I conveniently hid behind my hair. "Hey, Sitara.... we'll see you at the airport .... just to make sure you are leaving!!!!" Aatish yelled hoarsely, as he walked back to his car. Safely inside my apt, I roughly brushed off the tears with the back of my hand as I fiddled with my mail. I froze in mid-motion... one letter was a job contract from a private school in Maryland!!! It was not to be my last night in DC. I was returning! *********************The End****************************** For those graduating this summer, Congratulations! For those who spent time reading this anecdote, Thank you!