Ok, Conflucians, did everyone bring their sleeping bags? Who has the copy of “Plan 9 from Outer Space”? Pretty soon we’re going to turn off the lights and tell ghost stories. I brought my nail polish in case anyone has a foot fetish and wants to give me a pedicure. Tomorrow’s a big day. If I get up early enough, I can catch the train from Trenton and be in DC by 9:00am. But in the meantime, let’s short sheet someone and paint a mustache on the first one who falls asleep.
And here’s a bit of surrealism for those of us who were little kids in the 60’s:
You can sneak in a beer. We promise not to tell the ‘Grups’. This is an open thread.