Last night, as I was biking home from my baby sitting, I was assaulted by a smell that made me nauseated and elated at the same time. I was ready to puke and dance, or both. Probably both.
The smell of sweat, perfume, cigarette smoke and hard liquor. Soon the associated noises drifted by - drunkel ramblings, random screams and songs with a dance beat. The students have returned. Summer is officially about to end.
And yes, I've shamelessly stolen this icon from someone on the Interwebz. If it's yours, TELL ME, and I will totally apologize and credit. If it's any consolation; I took it 'cause it rocks. Think of it as.. surprise promotion!