I was an RA (way back in the 70's). I was very good at looking the other way. I was terrible at that empathic listening crap, especially with the female residents. I kept wanting to say "get a grip, psycho!".

AIM sounds? Translation for us old people, por favor?

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See, I prepared for this, and ended up with great kids, a mix of frosh & juniors and was only once or twice a confidante. They formed a great comraderie, and were still friends when I saw them a couple years later. So instead I told my old lady stories that shouldn't have been shared with the weee ones. Hee.

And KarateKate, congrats on the maybe-sort of news. :)

Wait a bit before you decide for sure, Mel42024. You could be missing out on making a lot of lifetime friends. I still see or hear from people I met the first week of Freshman Orientation in the dorms... back in the fall of 1976. Also, the two years I lived in the dorms were the ones where I got the best grades and was most productive (in addition to partying rather more than was good for me).

Yes, it was good getting out of the dorms after a couple of years, but actually in the long run I saved a lot of money on food and entertainment. There was always the cafeteria for the former, and wacky social-committee events for the latter.

Okay, I need help (again) from this creative bunch.

Next weekend I'm heading off to the mountains for a weekend of camping with about 15 other women. It is the second annual Diva Campout, but I didn't make it to the first annual Diva Campout so this is new for me. This will be at a campground on a lake with a bar and beach, and even running water. This is luxury living for me as I usually backpack.

So, on the Saturday night we are having a shared meal where everyone has to bring something. I am so used to my home dehydrated backpacking meals when camping I have no idea how to get fun and creative with campfire cooking. Does anyone have any wonderful fun camp food ideas?

ETA: skagirl, I had thought about the alcohol angle, in the form of mojitos. But I don't know if ice will be available.

Beer?

That solves most problems and you don't (or shouldn't) heat it up. I'm so not a "roughing" "it" kind of person (thank goodness WherevertheIrishHoochie isn't around)

Cook up some foil-wrapped fish with herbs and lemon.

If you have running H2O & someplace to hold the makings for the dinner (ie, fridge) you should be good - the mint is stable if kept dry, and liquor!
Yea liquor!

The Man Who Loves Women, thanks - that got me thinking about foil cooking. Main dinner is covered (hobo packets...mmmmm), but sides and dessert need to be taken care of. I think I'm going to bring banana boats - cut open a banana, add goodies (chocolate, marshmallows, etc), wrap in foil, and drop on the coals for a few minutes. I'm making myself hungry.

Oh, and I think I'll still bring mojitos. Heh. Yea liquor indeed.

Foil packets work for sides too - you can do vegetables or potatoes sliced with onions and knobs of butter. I love banana boats!

Red Targetter, I have thought about it a lot, but the money thing kind of scares me. Also, I'd rather live in an apartment than a single room for a whole year, because even if I were to live in residence, I wouldn't get the suite style. Plus, I don't have my own computer, so how would I ever keep up with the TWoP boards? I did get an e-mail a few weeks ago saying there were still spots in rez, but I also think my bro is looking forward to the extra $250/month towards his expenses, so I really wouldn't want to back out on that.

Ditto. And I'm not just saying that because I'm an RA now. During those first weeks, that's when most friendships and bonds are formed. It's harder to break into those social circles later on. The friends I have now are the closest friends I've ever had. Not to mention many dorms have access to resources that can really help you: such as walk-in advising, free tutoring, hookups with professors and other campus bigwigs, free computer labs for TWoPping, etc.

Thanks for all the stories, everyone. Since 80% or so of my dorm is freshmen, I get to be the first RA that these people will have. I hope I make a good one. :) As for me throwing keggers in my room for the kiddies- yeah, that's not happening. I'm not 21 and won't be until the end of the year. That, and I look about 14 so having a fake wouldn't help me anyways.

I have to agree. Living in the dorms is one of the greatest parts of college. I was lucky because our dorms were little apartments with 6 people to an apartment, but even if your dorms are simply one person to a room, it's still worth it. At least for the first year. It's the best way to make really good friends and, seriously? The funny memories you have from the dorm will be totally worth the money you spent. Money comes and goes (in my case, it mostly goes) but those memories last forever.

Foil is, in fact, a girl's best friend when camping. I'm not really much of a cook, but watch me get creative with a bunch of foil and a campfire. My favorite was a stuffed pork chop thingy with apples and cherries, but if I do it again I'll put in more black pepper and maybe some garlic and ginger or something.
I wish I liked bananas, your plan sounds tasty.
The only thing I know how to make camping that's not in foil (or just weenies on a stick) is Darn Goods. Thats what my mom called them when I was a kid, anway. You take a piece of canned biscuit or croissant dough and wrap it around the end of your roasting stick and stick it in the fire till it looks about right, then roll it in butter, then in cinnamon & sugar. Almost as easy as making s'mores.

Holy cow. I think my parents are channelling their inner racer. How am I ever going to be the irresponsible kid who does things that scare their parents when they're off doing things like this and this (the luge) on their vacation? When Mr. Blevins and I go on vacation our typical activites consist of lying around reading books (me) and taking pictures of everything in sight (Mr. Blevins).

On a different subject, my favorite campfire food is quesadillas.

Dissenting voice on dorm life here. I did make most of my college friends through the dorms, but especially my first year, I found it difficult to coexist with 50 other people on my floor. I'm the world's lightest sleeper, and I was forever being Tracey Flick in Election, yelling at my floor mates to shut the hell up when they were playing the bongos in the lounge at 4 AM right next to my room. To this day, one of my recurring nightmares is that I have to go back and live in a dorm again.

Does anybody know if Trader Joe's happens to be anti-union? There must be some catch to the cheap staples besides their touted ties to suppliers that supposedly cut out middlemen. (I went to TJ's this afternoon and am still wondering at how they can sell stuff for less than a third of what my local Stop & Shop charges for some things)

And in other news: one week from today is my dissertation defense. Yaay! [/Ken and Gerard] It will really be weird to shuck off the "student" label after twenty-odd years.

I am insanely jealous of those of you with the awesome RAs. Mine? Was evil. I was a freshman, but I ended up somehow getting a single room on a floor that was populated mainly by upperclassmen. The RA was a sophomore, and therefore younger than about half of the residents, which meant that none of them respected her.

Now, in this dorm, every other double room had a thermostat that regulated the temperature of it and the room next to it. The four people in each set of double rooms had to decide amongst themselves how hot or cold to make it. The single rooms, however, were all regulated by one thermostat -- the RA's -- and she used it to get her revenge on us. All through November and December, she would crank the heat way up to around 90 degrees, to the point where we were swealtering in our dorm rooms. We'd be forced to open up our windows to let the cold winter air even things out. Then at around 3am, once we were all asleep, she would turn the heat completely off, and we would wake up in the middle of the night freezing our tushies off. Every single one of us ended up with a nasty case of laryngitis (I was a theatre performance major! I needed my voice!) and you should have seen us all trying to go file a complaint when not a single one of us could speak. Thankfully, the RA was 'relieved' of her duties over winter break.

My dorm room was directly above the RA's room in our no-alcohol dorm. So, the night of the big margarita party when the blender broke and I decided to wrap the ice in a towel and crush it by beating it against the radiator, he came up and asked us to a) kindly keep it down, and b) fix him one with no salt.

I tried to read that post, but I couldn't get past "margarita party."

Salt, or no salt?

I say salt. That one is an ongoing dispute between myself and Pool Boy, interestingly. He is a salt-hater. (And also believes that I make my margaritas at home from a mix, which . . . good heavens, has he no respect for me at all?)

TheAnglican, I know what you mean. The woman next to me had her record player (pre-boom box days) on a timer, and every morning at six a.m. Marvin Gaye would sing 'Got To Give It Up.' Still, aside from that and the loud girl on the 4th floor who was somehow related to Don Ho, it was a great experience.

And to the new RA: if you detect a party going on in a room, but can't find any beer in it, check the closet of the room next door for a keg, with the spigot stuck through a hole in the wall. That one drove the men's dorm RA nuts for weeks until he figured it out; he thought they were smuggling in quarts, not an entire full-sized keg.

No margaritas at all for me, thanks. Tequila and I aren't on speaking terms (but that's another story).

I'm with Pool Boy on the salt issue. But I do use the frozen mix (the liquid mix is awful) to make mine: 1 can mix, 1 can tequila, a little Triple Sec, blend with ice.

(1) Ice. (2) Tequila. (3) Triple sec. (4) Lime juice. (5) Salt*.

Margarita! What on earth would mix be needed for?

Oh, and mine are rocks, not blended. Blended is for giiiiiiiiiiirly drinks.

*Sometimes, but not always, the special flavored margarita salt I am currently favoring.

Oh, I use the mix because I've been led to believe that a margarita also contains sour mix, which I'm too lazy to make.

Yeah, I know. I try to salvage some speck of my manhood by calling them adult slurpees.

Hey, I like the girly drinks! I like margaritas okay, but I'm a cosmopolitan girl; I luuurve fruity martinis.

Poor Arnuld.
The week before, wasn't he promising that "we are going to pump you up"?

I love girly drinks too. The morning after prom (which happened to be my bf's 18th birthday, my best friend and her bf's one year anniversary and the day we were going to see In Flames, Killswitch Engage and As I Lay Daying at the Kool Haus) we made smoothies. All that was in them was strawberry yogurt, strawberries and vodka.

Rabrab, thanks for the file. It's working perfectly!

I'll add my voice to this:



Try the fall of 1971! I met my friend Kathi our first day of orientation, and we've been close friends ever since. Dorm living was great. And the wacky activities committee....my sophomore year I lived in a small dorm (Asia House, Miss Alli), and for weeks every time you turned around someone was hammering out Dave Brubeck's "Take Five," very badly, on one of the dorm pianos. Turns out it was part of a special musical evening...that featured all seven or so people who'd been Take Five'ing playing it one after another, along with other acts ranging from the sublime (a violin performance) to the ridiculous (my friends Bob and Davey belching to the "Blue Danube"). Damn, those were good times.

Good, mel, glad to hear it. Now, when you get back up to level 88 (Spirals) will you tell me how to beat it, please? I can't outrun the dratted bouncers, and I can't even stay ahead of them long enough to plot the spiral pattern. I've been on it for months (off and on.)

europa for decadent camping, I generally make a pseudo-streudel. Spray a long sheet of foil with nonstick spray, then layer ten or twelve sheets of phyllo dough on it, painting each one with melted butter. put fruit (I generally use canned apple-pie filling, since it stays thick as it bakes instead of making all the juice that fresh fruit does,) down the center, and fold the edges up and over, interleaving them. (One or two from the right side, then one or two from the left side, and so on.) Moisten the ends and press them together, gently pick it up and turn it over so that the seam is on the bottom, then fold the foil up around the whole thing and seal it. Make a bed for it in the coals, and rake hot ashes over it. Give it about twenty or twenty-five minutes.

I'm with Targetter. Tequila in any form makes me a mean drunk.

And if the keg isn't next door, check the window for a hose running down from the room above or up from the one below.

I will admit that all my close friends are from my dorm time. I don't know anyone from high school at all.

I wasn't an RA, but I was dorm maintenance as a summer/part-time school job and had to tell two dorm RAs to move their furniture back into their respective rooms at least until after move-in. It wasn't that they were shacking up together, but they needed to remember that many of the freshmen moving in are 'first in their family to go to college' types and the parents who are helping them to move in are definitely from a more conservative clime. I told the RAs after a week, who cares, but don't be frightening the parents more than they are.

Hee, I also had to ride another RA about the giant, and I mean giant Red, Hot Chili Peppers poster on their wall. (This was in the apartment section, five students to an apartment and the poster in the living room facing the sliding glass door to the walkway. Somehow a band wearing only socks is not the first thing a newly minted college parent should see. Just take it down for move-in, you've got all year to admire it.

ETA: I am all about the adult slushies!

When the Mr and I were looking for an apartment a few years back we were stuck between two places. One was bigger and cheaper, the other had the courtyard with the lime tree. When he tried to explain the benefits of living in a place that was 1) bigger, and 2) cheaper, I would simply respond with one sentence: "Fresh no-fakey-mix margaritas."

Guess where we ended up? (I ask as I sip on a margarita made with freshly picked limes)

ETA: On the rocks.

I'm probably going to break down and get some of the Jose Cuervo pre-mixed Margaritas (tequila included, lime, not frozen or girrrly flavors) to bring to a bachelor party. It's not that my friends don't drink, but most of them never drank enough in college to really develop any sort of tolerance. Unlike me. My fear is that if I get any liquor in me, I'll be the guy who mixes way too strong drinks, you know, That Guy. And it would be much better to have fun drunks drinking relatively-weak margaritas, than to have all my friends puke after a half a glass.

Campfire food: Take pie irons--you could probably find them at a Wal-Mart. Put them in the fire to heat them up. Put butter on both sides of the iron. Put a slice of bread in each iron. In one iron, put pizza sauce, pepperonis, and mozarella cheese on top of the bread. Reassemble the iron and put it in the fire until contents are hot. Good times.

And if it's going to be cold, try the traditional staple of high school football games, hot chocolate and peppermint schnaps.

Pie irons! You can make turnovers, too, with bread and pie filling.

Chalk me up as another non-fan of dorms. In four years of college I managed to (in succession): draw, by random luck, the only wing that was all-girls and happened to be in a dorm so far away from everything that it was in fact off-campus; draw a roommate who hated me because I was, in her mind, not having enough sex and I changed my sheets far too often (once a week, and she continuted to harass me about those two things long after she'd moved out); then draw two roommates who spoke no English, the first of which owned ONE CD and played it nonstop; finally managed to move in with a friend, who then proceeded to threaten to kill me in her sleep; gave up and got a single which wasn't so bad but was only for one semester; and then finally drew a room which was directly across from the cafeteria AND had the world's worst neighbor. This guy seemed to be in a contest with himself to see when he could be the loudest. In the running were when he was watching movies, playing his console games, listening to reggae music, and screwing his girlfriend. He was loud 24-7 and though we reported him to every office and officer we could think of, nothing happened.

All this and I had zero, count 'em, zero drinks while I was living in the dorms. I don't know what I was thinking.

Of course, after this I got an apartment with three other people, one of which used to shut everyone else out of their bedrooms so she could get busy with her boyfriend in them because hers was too messy, and another of which invited everyone she knew to come live with us eventally resulting in nine people living in a two-bedroom, one bath apartment.

I hate roommates.

Mr. Binkbink and I both drink margaritas. I'm on the rocks with salt. He's frozen with no salt. We have never been served them correctly. Here's how it goes. We order. When they bring them, they give him the rocks one and me the frozen one. We switch them. Then we drink them. Then we order more, and it happens again.

I've always known that he was but now I have proof. I'm going to tell him when he wakes up.

Edited to add - I have no need for that stupid little straw when I'm drinking.

Not sure if this is the right place (or if anyone cares) but I'm off to Maine for a week (Mt Desert Island, specifically). I'll miss you all!

Having just spoken to my favorite roomie for the first time in 17 years (she didn't leave a forwarding address when she left for Kenya as a missionary), I vote for the dorm living for at lease one year. I was in for two. Had good roomies (even the psycho one who pledged a snooty toots sorority and was depledged for stripping in silhouette behind a sheet at the window when the streakers were streaking through the courtyard). Started on an all-female, no male visitation, study hours floor. And it wasn't horrible because we all bonded and then overturned the visitation rules.

Wow, rmax, I am jealous. We are planning our fall trip to Maine and Canada, as we are colored leaf photography addicts. I have never been to Maine in the summer and bet it is great. Have a good one!

Speaking of trips, do we have any Pittsburghians here? I'm moving to Pittsburgh shortly, and maybe taking a trip to DC very shortly after that.

I'm trying to find the best way to haul myself from Squirrel Hill to either the airport or the Amtrak station and back on the bus. I find the system maps on the Port Authority web site really really confusing for some reason (normally I'm pretty good with buses and trains and things). Do any of you know what routes go by the Amtrak station? Or what cab far would cost?

My DC friend has given me dire warnings about the east coast Greyhound. Is it really that bad?

Yes, like the dorm roommate I had who had a vehicular manslaughter conviction. And kind of a Manson look about him. (And I don't mean Marilyn). Cree. Py.

Speaking of creepy, has anyone seen the movie, "Capturing the Friedmans"? It's been airing on HBO (and having just gotten satellite TV, I feel compelled to watch a few movies at least). I've never been a fan of the "true crime" genre (of any kind), but this story about an admitted pedophile and the question of his guilt in a particular instance -- complete with home video of family arguments -- is incredibly compelling. Kind of makes Donny and Alison look like Donny and Marie, by comparison.

I'll second this. My oldest and best friend, 13.5 years and counting, I met my first day of college (although I didn't live in a dorm...we didn't even have dorms until my junior year). Unfortunately, it's been 5 years since we've lived in the same city, although we still IM and talk on the phone frequently.

Lately I've had a rash of parties where I make frozen fruit-flavored margaritas. My recipe for a blenderful is pretty easy:

1 package frozen fruit of your choice
9 oz tequila
6 oz triple sec
6 oz lime juice

Blend and garnish glasses with lime wedge on rim and fresh fruit of choice in glass. If you prefer a daiquiri, just substitute rum for the tequila.

Aaah, roommates. I lived in a college dorm for three years, and lived with the same roomie for two of them. We still keep in touch to this day. The roomies in my third year . . . well, let's just say we were very different. I lived with two women who were friends beforehand and didn't really create much of an opportunity to become chummy with them. It was fine because I had my own friends, but it was an interesting experience.

In law school I shared an apartment with three women, two of whom I'm still in touch with. The third woman turned into such a self-absorbed bitch - actually, she was that way all along, which quickly became obvious to the rest of us. What saved all of us from killing one another? Everyone had her own phone line in her room. Four women absolutely cannot share a phone.



Dammit, I keep missing this! I saw posters about this on the subway for months before it started appearing on HBO. It's supposed to be really good, and I hope that I catch it sometime.

Rmax, have a great trip.

My crowd of college friends are primarily a year behind me -- I was their CRO (like an assistant unpaid RA) when I was a sophomore and they were freshlings. My closest friend (the Suriname Scientist) is a woman I helped open her door on her first day, because she was assigned to the room I'd been in the year before, so I knew the secret, which was that you had to push on the door while you turned the key, or it wouldn't open. That's how we met. Awwwww!

And my friend The Professor was one of my charges also. He always tells people I was the first person he met at Oberlin. I popped my head in his door while he was unpacking with his mom. We didn't, however, like each other at first.

And actually, a couple more of my friends are a year behind those guys, because they were CROs the following year in the same building, though that year, I lived across the street.

My favorite dorm story: Junior year, I had been complaining about Crazy Roommate (to whom I was assigned, even though it was junior year . . . long story), who was pissed off because I used to turn on my tiny little black-and-white TV WITH HEADPHONES and watch Jay Leno or whatever, and if I did it after she went to sleep, she complained that she couldn't sleep because of the "blue glow." She also complained that if I played my Walkman, she could hear the tape turning (you know, the little wheels on the tape-playing mechanism), and that kept her awake. And as I said, I lived across the street from the building where the Suriname Scientist and the Professor were now CROs, and I had become friends with Piano Guy, who was a freshman. (And oh, so cute.) So I had been griping to Piano Guy about Crazy Roommate, and he suggested the following plan, which we successfully executed.

Our windows faced each other across the street, so I left my window open one night when I was going to bed and watching Leno on the little TV. So I'm in bed with the little teeny TV on, and all the lights are off, so Crazy Roommate -- who's in bed -- is probably grinding her teeth about how she can't sleep, right? So all of a sudden, from across the street, Piano Guy goes up to his window and screams, "WOULD YOU TURN THAT TV OFF? THE BLUE GLOW IS DRIVING ME CRAZY!"

Oh, it was so funny. Mean as hell toward poor Crazy Roommate, but really funny. She and I never talked about it.

I had great luck with my RAs the two years I lived in dorms.

The first year, my RA was a really nice guy who'd somehow been busted for marijuana possession at a Dave Matthews Concert (possession, not distribution. The real question is, how the hell do you get singled out for possession at a DMB concert?) the summer before, so as a result of that, he tended to err on the side of letting us do whatever we wanted as long as it wasn't too blatant. Once, towards the end of the year, a bunch of us were sitting in a room drinking beers (freshmen, so all of us were underage) and watching TV, and he came on in and grabbed one and joined in. He also didn't mind when we cut up a vodka watermelon in the middle of the hallway. Think he also grabbed a piece.

My sophomore year, mine was pretty much always AWOL. Since there were only three guys in my wing of the dorm that year (myself included), we'd occasionally run into each other in the men's restroom, but that was about it. The absentee RA thing worked out quite well, and he was a cool guy when he was around.

I enjoyed my dorm time, but I was quite happy to move to an off-campus house my junior and senior years.

I have a great friend I met in the dorm in 1984. That was the year after I had a psycho roommate. She used to call the campus police to report me missing if I stayed out past midnight. I am sure they had a good laugh at that!

Stories about easy-going RAs reminds me of my first boss when I was working as a tax auditor for the State of California. I was 23 and my first boyfriend introduced me to skiing. After one overcast weekend in the mountains, we decided to play hooky on a brilliantly sunny Monday and ski without the crowds. I called in sick, probably adding a cough for dramatic effect.

Not having grown up in snow, I didn't realize how badly you could get burned from reflective sun, and I probably didn't even think about applying lotion. My face was fried. (How bad? It peeled twice. I didn't even know that was possible). And it wasn't just that it was burned, of course, but in that telltale "here's where my goggles were" pattern.

I showed up at work the next day, fearing the worst. My boss happened by my desk, and and starting cracking up. Eighteen months later when I left for law school, he was still laughing about it.

My freshman year in college, I was having a stressed-out conversation with a friend of mine in this giant quad. We were in the middle, near a huge fountain. At one point, I ground my teeth together and growled at him, "Why are you being so hostile??" He threw his arms in the air and yelled back, "I. Am. Not. Being. Hostile!!!!!" As I opened my mouth to reply, a voice came from one of the dorms on the quad: "Yes, you fucking are!"

Oh, I haven't thought of that moment of 70s fun in years. That was the same friend who, when he tried to buy dope for the first time, wanted to know if the dealer took checks.

Oh, and that was also the campus where I created my physical aversion to tequila. However, for you Margarita fans, did you know that at the Ritz-Carlton Cancun, you can squander $55 on a "Margarita bath"? There's a guy in tails who draws the bath and puts in the bath salts, oils and fresh flower petals. He lights the candles and leaves a pitcher of margaritas on the little stand next to the bathtub. (I was all, "Can you do that same thing, only with daquiris?" -- and luckily, they can.)

LawPup "Capturing the Friedmans" is amazing - I saw it in the theaters last year & at dinner, we just couldn't talk except to spew out random things from the movie. Amazing.

I'm pro-dorm, whether you go to school 4 minutes from your house or a 4 hour flight. I'm the receiving end of Miss Alli, in that most of my friends were a year ahead b/c soph. year I was a junior in credits yadda yadda. I eventually grew apart from my frosh roomies (only child in a six, by choice) but there were many good memories that I wouldn't give back, good or bad:

18th birthday, with incense melted on my top after trying to drink half a bottle of absolut, tossing our friend's Elmo in elevator shafts & out windows for 9 months, good cries over boys and stupidheads, marathon games of hearts/spades - sober or not, making out with the one RA, getting storytime from another, finding ramen baked to the top of your microwave, the coming out stories, the how do we tell mom we're failing practices, the "let's dye hair" 3 am fun, lots of happy & tears. It's an amazing growing period. I don't understand people who think high school was the be all & end all - I think they all end up on "Big Brother." I mean, it's much more fun to know that the peeping tom across the street every morning was whacking off to a dorm of your friends and not just you. And who else will be sympathetic when you decide crystal lite (powder form) is a mixer?

And now to get all sentimental, but I was just in the wedding of someone I met fresh year first week & second year, lived next door to one of her best friends & she lived upstairs. *Shrnerf* We still cussed like sailors, harassed the hell out of one of our friends, and I was a drunk. Good times.

I like your basic on-the-rocks margarita, but I also like the frozen fruity ones as well. But why do bartenders insist on putting sugar on the rims of the fruity ones!? It’s a margarita. Salt, people, salt.

When I was in my early twenties I had several friends under legal drinking age. We used to go to Chi-chi’s for dinner, and especially for the margaritas. In order for everyone to drink, we would go into the bar and those of us legally able to buy a drink would do so. We would drink about half of the drinks and then go into the restaurant with those under 21 carrying the drinks as though they were their drinks. Then when we were seated the waiters would assume that those with a drink had already been carded in the bar. So if they carded anyone it was one of us over 21.

I hated dorm life because I needed my alone time (I still do). And that just wasn’t possible in a dorm. And by alone time I mean a day (usually Sunday) with no friends or family dropping by; no phone calls; dozing on the couch and watching pro footfall; and the distinct possibility of staying in my sleep shirt all day. It’s just a day to recharge for the coming week.