—‘—,-{@ ~ THE GRADUATION ~ @}-,—‘—
The CSULA graduation was yesterday morning, commencement from 8a-10a, then brunch at 11:30a. I was told “She can only get like 6 tickets for the graduation.” I’d quickly calculated: Mom, Dad, brother, brother2, bro2’s wife, boyfriend. Okay, understandable. “Why don’t you just meet us at the Cheesecake Factory for brunch?” I agreed. And I did my own thing in the morning. Not that “my own thing” wasn’t engrossingly enjoyable, but upon my hour-long drive from home to Pasadena, I was informed, “Everyone’s here at Cheesecake Factory early; we all came straight from graduation.”
Wait a minute. I had made reservations for 18. “Everyone’s there? As in, everyone except for me? Seventeen people came straight from graduation and are there already?”
“Yeah.”
“And she supposedly only had 6 tickets?”
“Well, I didn’t know they wouldn’t check for tickets at the door.”
When I got into brunch and the graduate finally showed up with her boyfriend and friend (45 minutes late), she walked up to me and demanded, “Why didn’t you go to my graduation?” I felt bad because she had personally called me at home to invite me to her graduation, so I pointed to the person responsible.
“I was told you only had 6 tickets, and I was supposed to just meet you guys here for brunch!”
“Everyone else got in,” she said.
“That’s what I was told.” Brunch was yummy. Cheesecake Factory’s food presentation is getting better and better. And it tastes WAY better than what I remembered from the Beverly Hills one when I attended UCLA.