Midnight stroll

While I was listening to some of the the guys speak last night, I decided to watch a video someone sent me earlier in the day. [background music from video] "What we gonna do? We gonna save that money!" The four guys with me were curious what I was watching. The brothers of Phi Beta Sigma Fraternity, Incorporated were performing in a yard show at UGA (my school). In the top left of the screen was yours truly. Being so busy with SJI, I have not  had time to fully break out of my shell, so I think everyone who saw the video saw a different side of me. As I relived the moments of strolling with my fraternity brothers, the guys wanted to see me re-enact some of the moves. I did, even though the clock read midnight. Strolling does not mean "a walk in the park," at least not to predominantly black fraternities and sororities. Strolling is more than just dancing. When I hear "P! B! P-B-S!" from across the room, kiss the journalist in me goodbye for the duration of the stroll.-- Damian Reynolds