A couple of weeks ago I wrote and did not publish an entry in which I vented about a misogynistic group of bro-geeks who happen to reside in my department. One of my main problems with this special breed of bros was their proclamation that our class of first year grad students was disappointing and somehow not cool enough to meet their expectations. Those bros are wrong. I have some hilarious cool classmates. And they're smart, too.
Having finally assembled my apartment, and my sister having returned from Montana (bearing gifts of pasta maker, silverware rack, and powdered glacier frost gatorade...mmm...), I had a housewarming party. My whole class showed up, ate some food, played some telephone pictionary (still the best party game going), and started a very proficient band composed of acoustic guitar, harmonica, and ukulele. Usually when people play the latter two instruments, they just make some noise, but these kids were jamming. There may or may not have been some beatboxing and rap battling. We had a great time, please reference figure 1, below.
A bit of advice: if you're moving into a new place, make sure it comes with a ukulele.