* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The mixologist sizes you up and begins mixing a drink: 5 parts Tonic Water, 4 parts ValU Collins Mix Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Interesting Finished Projects Reduction of Unified Potentials of a Energy-Reflector Astroscope looking at a Massachusetts Driver God Bless You! at least until old Gets-Stoned-before-Graduation would walk in. And then we would all say Thou clouted clapper-clawed whey-face and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY CLUE WHERE I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Three transistors walk into a bar. The first one days, "Can I have a drink?"