Yogurt curry

--Went to an early party in south Boulder on Saturday evening. One thing I noticed on the 5:05 RTD bus from Denver to Boulder was that a lot of the passengers were sloshed. Middle-aged men, mostly, and not rowdy, just weaving while boarding. On the way back (caught the 9:14 at Table Mesa Drive) the bus was packed with young people in their late teens and early twenties, and the merry-making was already underway, the city still three-quarters of an hour down the road. Some card playing, singing, a lot of tank tops and cleavage, soda bottles being passed containing what looked like soda to my naive eyes. The riders were exuberant but weren't plastered, not yet. As for the singing, there was a verse or two of "99 Bottles Of Beer On The Wall," unfortunately. (It's early in the semester. Maybe as the term progresses the freshmen will be taught new drinking songs.) But also, a guy sitting to my right (I was standing) started in with, "I'm at the Pizza Hut, I'm at the Taco Bell, I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell." He made it two-thirds of the way through the song before he got distracted. A fellow on my left was conversing with the young woman in the seat in front of him. Was heading in for the clubs, said he was into "bass." I didn't question him as to what he meant, since I didn't feel it was my place to interrupt the flirting.

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