I would be shocked if any of my near and dears read either of my blogs, so I'm not worried in the least to state on here that probably Grayson is up to his eyeballs in your garden variety college shenanigans. After all, his parents, being who they are, found plenty of ways to do things besides studying while they were in college*.
The view of his apartments from the top of the parking garage
And the reason I think that is that 1. He was texting up a storm at the table while we waited for our food to be delivered, and 2. He refused to let us come up to his apartment afterwards. I mean he even went so far as to say he would just put everything we brought into the bed of the Baja and come back later for it. Huh? "No", I said, "let me just help you take it in". He then stated that the apartment was "dirty" to which I looked at him like "how can it be dirtier than you left your room at home?" So he loaded up his arms with two plants in pots, a frying pan with a lid, and a beach towel after giving us a hug goodbye and went quickly inside the garage door leading into the building. Probably so I couldn't follow him... I know he's up to something, I just don't know what. And I probably don't want to know. But I tell you this: the grades had best reflect that he did his best this semester cause Mom and Dad don't pay for C's. The shenanigans might have their place but they better not be getting in the way of what he's there to do.
*train jumping, skipping class, selling plasma to pay for drinks out...you know, the usual
