I think I'm getting closer to a committment. As someone who has never imbibed alcohol (God, how'd I get through Music/Art colleges and Grad school??), I see a great opportunity for me here (in Dwight in Sept.)

My m.o. is to hang to the bitter end each night with the wastees. The next morning, I invent horrible things to tell people that they said to each other, then sit back, open a cola, and watch the fireworks. Great fun!

C'mon, I've been the designated driver my whole f'n life! There's gotta be some fairly equitable amusement in it for me.

Always call the place you live a house. When you're old, everyone else will call it a home.