play that funky music

i went back to duke last weekend. and this is not the last you'll hear about it.

you haven't lived until you've spent your Saturday night in a saloon trying to decide to ride the bull or to not ride the bull. drunk. i mean no sober person in sight, drunk. excitedly hugging that kid from social psych that you never spoke to before, but will now, because you're both. drunk. and those damn black people always find some elevated platform on which to congregate. but you forgo the stage because it seems like a long way down. you opt for being pressed up on the mirror that can no longer reflect anything but sweat. oh yeah, it's hot as fuck in here. and before you know it

oooooo we're halfway there
ooooo-oo livin' on a prayer!

the crowd goes wild.

and then you wake up and realize that you're not at Shooters. you're just zooted and watching Mike & co. kill it on Rock Band. add a 50" plasma and surround sound speakers and you've just brought Bon Jovi into your living room. and your hair is just the way you styled it. this is way better than Shooters.

but now imagine you start with a light tap on the cymbals. then that guitar. the bass is somewhere in the back keeping time. and then

can i go on my way without you
whoa... how can i know
if i go on my way without you
whoa... where will i go

Soul Band? Guitar Hero: Soul? pretty, pretty please. i mean, shit, our president is black.