yes, this is fate smacking you in the head

Apparently Elena is best friends with my ex-Stanford roommate, Anne, and neither of them knew that they met previously through the Great Wilbur Hall Softball Camp Caper. Said Caper involved my fellow Grove Lasuen friends and I being mistaken for a squad of particularly nasty cheerleaders in the next building (?!) and escaping just before nightly room inspections. I swear it started out much less sketchily, but don't we all have the best of intentions? eyepiece_simile is the only one I know who has any idea what I'm talking about it.

Apparently Anne is as much of a Marxist Dickens-and-Orwell-obsessed basketball freak as she ever was. Thankfully the most important things about people don't tend to change. I wonder if she's kept in touch with any of the other Grove Lasuen folk. I don't know if I should tell her about Cathy...