Moving involves a lot of driving between the dorm+ apartment to grab stuff. For the 1st week of this, every time we made a trip, there would be a cluster of goons (I called them goons lovingly) on a porch with a sign that said "U HONK WE DRINK"

One of them was dressed like a banana. Fearing for their lives, we never honked. I waved. The banana waved back. There was another house of goons, both alike in dignity, on the other side of Eastern Parkway, who were (I can only assume) stuck in an endless game of beer pong.

Lately, there have been still more boxes to move. Yet, no goons. No goons :( I miss my goons. Maybe they ran out of liquor. Maybe they made that guy into banana bread.