Ah, Clubfest. Every single club on campus is randomly assigned half of a folding table and crammed into a single room. When I say randomly, I mean randomly. Last year, the BDSM club shared a table with the Mormon club. Either the table assignments are totally random, or somebody is a smartass.
I went mostly for the free candy bars. I signed onto the mailing lists of the triathlon club, and the Indian culture club. The student missionary group that fancies its self as hip handed out free Ramen. Across the aisle from the tower of freeze-dried noodles was this un-manned booth: Read the rest of this entry »