whoa.

France is in the final!

Now. I thought I had accepted the fact that, you know, TASP is over for us. But. I'm facebook friends with a couple of UMich '06 Taspers, and it's really difficult to see the sacred rooms of our Alpha Gamma Delta in new configurations and haunted by new faces. Case in point: the cult room is now known as "the basement hangout room." Dear me. See for yourself.

Is this the same room in which we discovered "stressy" and "flashy" and Chris's music? Surely not.

Yes, that is a board game on the table. I'm not sure if I should be disgusted or proud that the next generation managed to overcome our superstitious fears.

And what's this? Painting the rock in broad day light?! The audacity! And is it just me, or do they look short?

Well, on this disturbingly unfamiliar note, I'm off to carry on our tradition of making a fool of myself by dancing in public, musicking at Blues on the Mall, a Grand Rapids version of Top of the Park. See you!