Fuck You, I'm a Robot

Yet another parallel . . . also a flashback for me . . . re the drinking with middle-aged ladies. Senior year I lived in this apartment building that was one of the few off-campus options at my school . . . it was a dorm way back when, but had since been converted to some sort of "intergenerational living unit", which meant 75% old farts, 20% regular renters, and 5% students, of which I was one that year. It was a great place to hole up, drink heavily, and play loud music (had a haunted basement, too). Anyway, part of the "intergenerational" thing was a regular social calendar among the residents, which included a daily cocktail hour. It was quite fun to show up and hang out with all these cool old people, sipping Scotch or brandy and discussing real-world adult things, instead of getting wasted on pisswater beer and committing acts of vandalism and public urination as I'd otherwise be doing if I still lived on campus.