Dear Reader,

This post is rated PG-13.  I'm also writing strictly as an observer of mayhem. Participation fully denied.

What I've been avoiding blogging for proprietary's sake, but which can no longer ignored is as follows:

There are pretty much only two things that can be done during the End Of The World: obscene consumption of alcohol and gratuitous sex. Lots. As far as I can tell, those are the only things happening in this zip code.

There. I said it. Try this experiment: take an entire town. Dump over three feet of snow on it in six days with little to no warning and with NO resources to handle it. No one outside of emergency and military personnel (um, and bartenders) have to go to work. No. One. Observe the "under 30" crowd. See what happens. No one is doing anything else but. Guaranteed. Seriously. It's mad. But highly amusing. I'm cutting off the storytelling here, as mentioned earlier, to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent. But really, it's kind of how I always pictured Semester-At-Sea. But on land. Plus 5 or 10 years.

So, that's the vibe of the town. Or the younger/ single contingent of the town. It's been amusing, to say the least. Kind of like a movie, but it's playing out in front of your eyes.

I'm not the only one who has observed this phenomenon. Our entertainer added this song to his repertoire tonight, right at last call.....