The princesses meet the queens
I forgot to blog about flying into Jackson on Sunday. In Houston, we met up with half the girls of some sorority at Ole Miss flying back to Jackson. In the Jackson airport, we met all of the sweet potato queens flying back home from the Hal & Mal's parade. I felt like turning to the college girls and saying, "Look closely, girls, and be nice. This will be you in 30 years." But I kept my mouth shut for once.
One big difference (besides the fake tiaras on the SPQs): Obviously, high school graduation for the sorority girls was the year of the monogrammed luggage. It was everywhere. (And they still couldn't find their damn bags because they all got the same color.) ;)