There is something about Northern Virginia that just exudes UVA. Visiting Ryan this past weekend in Clifton made me realize that there are a whole lot of us wahoos over there. Following Ryan’s brother, girlfriend, and various cousins & relatives out and about Saturday night, we ran into random UVA kids, some friends, others simply acquaintances, but all in all, many people whom we knew from college. Some encounters were awkward, to say the least, and others were shocking, maybe even a bit flirtatious. But if anything, that’s really only to get back at Ryan for his awkward friend (singular, not plural).

In addition, flying down there for the weekend Friday night, an UVA acquaintance from three years ago just happened to be seated right next to me. I had window; he had aisle. It took us a few minutes, a couple of furtive glances on his part at my Virginia ring, and a lot of thinking on my part about how to break the ice, but we did it, and proceeded to chat the rest of the 1.5 hour gate-to-gate flight from Logan to Dulles.

In my opinion, the world is not that small that I would run into 4 acquaintances and 1 friend in the course of less than 48 hours. I like to think that we wahoos are just a tad bit bigger than life.