My 5-day bout of "allergies" seems to have morphed into a cold, so I will leave you with this quick vignette.
College, circa 1984, when Reagan was stupid popular.
I was taking a massage class in the student union. We met in one of the conference rooms, stripped down to swimsuits and practiced our moves while lying on the tables. It was all good oily fun.
The Young Republicans met next door.
One evening after we had gotten down to business, a latenik Alex P. Keaton-type stuck his power-tied neck through the door and gaped at what he saw.
"Ummmm Young Republicans?" he asked unsteadily.
"Oh, this is Young Democrats," someone cheerily replied. "Young Republicans is next door."