Last week, Cross Campus began its return to poster-child vibrancy, grass replacing what was once frozen mud. I decided then that it was time to begin planning the perfect cross campus picnic. I pictured the image in my head: fashionable friends in floral print and skinny chiffon scarves, clutching books of 14th century poems and “To the Lighthouse” by Virginia Woolf, vegan Tres Leches cupcakes from Claire’s Corner Copia, a spray of flowers from Annette’s Humanities Quadrangle collection, a picnic basket — I’d find one in time, somehow — complete with my suitemate Cory strumming a cover of “Sweet Sir Galahad” by Joan Baez on his acoustic guitar. I pictured writing the article — an excuse for sun-soaked fun despite looming deadlines — and detailing the memory as precisely as possible, with a picture attached from the picnic. In the depths of Bass Library, I calculated the perfect date, time, guestlist, location on the grass and cupcake order from Claire’s while texting my friends: next sunny day, cross campus, let’s go.
April 11, 2025
