Theater banquets are always bittersweet. This year's was amazing because I bought the coolest dress in the world, and wore pink fishnets and three inch heels. I either looked like a prostitute or a "sexy Amelia fish," as Jon put it. I thought I looked good, so that's what mattered.

I also had too much fun dancing, especially to the "dance, too much booty in the pants" song. It started getting overplayed because they didn't have quite enough music, but it was still a quality song.

Riki was really sad, so I spent some time sitting and talking to her. Andy said I was being hypocritical trying to get her to cheer up because one of my classic depression lines was "don't tell me to be happy!"

I'm really sad about all the Seniors (although I saved all my crying until later, aren't you proud?) but I got extra sad about Greg. I finally got him to explain why he was going into West Point and the Army, and his reasons are too good. It's one of those really optimistic thoughts: "well, I bet they don't have good reasons and I can talk them out of it." But he knows why he's doing it, and I agree with him about a lot of it. I agree that the Army is doing some good in Iraq, that we can't just pull out now, and that someone needs to be there. I understand that he wants to give back to his country, I understand it's not a political thing. I understand that armies are a part of the world, and that wars always happen. I see that it will give him a lot of experience, and that he's the sort of person who will fit in well.

But I don't agree that joining the armed forces is the only way to help the world. I don't agree that being in the Army is better than being in the Navy or the Air Force because you'll be on the ground. I don't think that being able to look at the person you are shooting is going to help you make a decision as to whether or not they need to die. I don't think it's always as clear cut as killing innocent citizens versus killing terrorists. I think it's going to be hard to know that, even if you're only killing the 'terrorists', that you're doing the right thing.

But I'm glad he's doing it, because I certainly couldn't. I could never kill anyone, even in the name of saving a country.
All I can say is, I'm glad you're sticking up for what you believe in and doing something that matters. I expect to see you when you get out of Iraq, and it better be in living flesh. Ok?

I'm sad about all the other Seniors, but it seems like crying over graduation is like worrying about never getting to see someone again. And I believe I will see them all again. The only one I worry about is Greg.