Sensory Overload
I often forget, hiding in the lab as I do, how much fun it can be being on a college campus. Marie and I have enrolled in a pottery class this semester. It meets tuesday evenings, and last night I was enjoying a pre-class falafel sandwich, taking in the complete anarchy of Sproul Plaza. In addition to your standard throng of people, there was a drum-based Native (Latin?) American dance troupe doing it's thing on upper Sproul, a rock band playing a live set on lower Sproul and a whole crowd of frisbee-throwers, almost hitting everyone in sight. It was fun for some reason... I've been going straight from home to lab and back that I forget these things exist.
I tried in vain to identify the dancers' exact culture-of-origin. The female drummer was wearing a Slipknot t-shirt which, while awesome, provided little information.