A pale yellow envelope

Just momentarily fondled an envelope from Columbia inviting me to a global leadership dinner, for which the cheapest ticket is $500. It clearly fell into my hands by mistake, though I should probably go.

But it brought back memories of that most welcome pale yellow envelope of 1991, informing me that Columbia had not only let me in but had hooked me up with a full ride for 5 years, which was as good as it got for the young Slavist. That was the pale yellow envelope that released me ended the long purgatory period served in Chapel Hill, drinking, reading theory, running ball and chasing beauty, a period I thought would never end.

Perhaps this pale yellow envelope will also offer deliverance. But can I expense it?