Pump up the bass

Last night I went with some really lovely people to a really horrendous nightclub. I mean, I'm sure it was great as far as nightclubs go. There's obviously a market for smoke machines, hipster staff and ear-splitting bass because the place was packed. Guess I'm just getting old and crusty.

Oh yeah: the law school is stunning. My photos don't really do it justice, but check it out:





I was just invited to a cooking class as part of the freshman orientation in my hall. Party!