Can I just start out by indulging my inner child and saying that I just really enjoy the word “Quinnipiac”? I’m sorry. It’s just a fun word. And don’t judge me for having so much fun with it – life’s a whole lot more fun when you can appreciate the little things, right?
Great. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let me say that bringing Girls Fight Back to Quinnipiac (I’m sorry but that little rhyme will never get old!) University last Wednesday was even more fun than saying Quinnipiac 10 times fast. The women were fantastic – several groups partnered to make the program possible, and the spirit of collective excitement was almost tangible.
The “Can O’Whoopass” portion of the program was particularly funtastic. I was blown away by the enthusiasm in the crowd – and so were our scary bad guys (count not one, but THREE altruistic male volunteers!).
On top of the program itself, which could not have gone better, I really enjoyed visiting New England for the first time. I couldn’t have asked for a better time of year to make the acquaintance of the Northeast. It was cold and rainy and gray, and it seemed just perfect. Idyllic. I figure I’ll probably own several houses there someday, when I’m rich and famous. And I’ll have a private chef to prepare delicious clam chowder and lobster for my enjoyment every day. And I’ll think of the girls at Quinnipiac University, who helped to kindle my love for the region with their overwhelming exuberance and first-rate kick-ass-ery.
And now, because I’m trying to hit critical mass of cheese in this post, a haiku for you:
New England aflame
with color and girl power