Cheese Steaks, Carla and Some Important Bell I think!

He had been nervous for the last 43 hours, ever since the secretary informed him, “No Andrew. It is not necessary that we get the last recommendations. You will receive your decision in the mail by the end of the week.”

“Well,” I said looking up from my glowing monitor screen. “You are either definitely IN or definitely NOT IN. Obviously they have already made a decision.”

He chuckled in response, accepting that his fate would soon arrive in a sealed envelope. We both crossed our fingers that it was a big, oblong envelope with lots of paperwork inside. The small skinny envelopes are bad news, like the one my Mom received last week addressed to me from the Tyler School of Art.

I was working feverishly on a wedding album, hiding under my camel colored throw blanket, when we heard the UPS guy down below. I am sure he was already irritated that the walk up to our place required dodging Stephanie’s poopie traps amongst the beige colored rock. “Senjor Riiiiiiiicccccceeeeee!!!!!”

I was just too comfortable to move and it was just not necessary to do so. I heard the bow slide off the last string and fall to the concrete floor below, followed by the clocking of flipflops moving rather quickly through the house. “Uno momento. . . .POR FAVOR . . . . UNO MOMENTO!!!”

The door flew open before Andy even unlocked it, the excitement was just that powerful. I couldn’t hear much, “Tiene ID?” I felt a burst of wind as the doors flew back open with Andy flying through the house, red cape blowing behind.

Finally the lock made it’s locking sound and the footsteps ceased. The paper was uncooperative so it was destroyed with one swift tear. There, resting from it’s long trip was a magenta folder with images of artists on the front. Inside lay the golden ticket. Smile. Breath.

“I’m in.”