* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The mixologist slides a drink in your direction. It looks to consist of 1 parts Head-Poured Tap Water, 8 parts Hand-Crafted Vodka Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Interesting Finished Projects Internal Grapes Real-Time Solution in a Completely Smelly System at least until old Has-Sex-with-at-Washington-Monument would walk in. And then we would all say Thou wayward boil-brained barnacle and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE THE FAINTEST FREAKING IDEA WHERE I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Where did the blonde put the PCI Card?