"Take off your pants!"

Went to Domus last night and had so much fun. Well-deserved fun, too: I've hardly left the three-block radius surrounding my apartment for several weeks. It's almost worth not going out for a month and a half because I appreciate it so much more when I finally do. It was a great night to be at Domus: some of the guys from school have a blues band and they rock. I think they're going by "Amir and the Twerps". If by some strange coincidence they're playing in a town near you, OR, (LARGE HINT HERE) if you come and visit me some weekend when they're playing in town, you should check them out. They're great. Next year I plan to spend significantly more time going out to listen to live music and much less time dancing to tired, generic, recorded tunes: it's a completely different level of enjoyment.

In between sets we were all treated (i.e., forcefully exposed) to "Speech Night": speeches from the folks running for the Domus exec. It wasn't much of a competitive event - they worked it out so everyone was running for a different position and there was no competition between themselves. It's all warm and fuzzy: they can get hammered without fear of losing their spots. And hammered they were. The Domus exec speeches over the years have mutated into a "take off your pants!" fest, with the crowd calling for partial (or full) nudity and the candidates only too happy to oblige. The people running tend to be male exhibitionists, so there isn't too much in the way of forced exploitation. Yes, folks, these are the lawyers, politicians, and community leaders of the future. Get your incriminating photos while you still can: there's plenty of blackmail material to be had.