1986 -- pounding pitchers with some Sigma Chi's at Kip's. Berkeley frats rented extra rooms in the summer, and some of the coed boarders were with us.
"Gettin' pretty heated!"
"Heated?"
"Drunk, buzzed."
"Yeah, we're heated."
"So are they ..." Nods across the table. "Which one do you like?"
"The small one would be more fun, but the big one wants it."
"You know, they can hear us."
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