There I am, walking down fraternity row on my way to the rail station at the far corner of the UW. One house has a lawn full of shirtless fratboys in great shape, throwing sand or dirt around with shovels. Maybe they had a beach party last night, I dunno. I slow down to enjoy the view.
The music they’re blasting as they work ends, and another track begins. One voice rings out, full of possibly-drunken enthusiasm: “DUDE! This song is AWESOME!”.
It’s Sandstorm.
I can’t stop giggling until I’m out of earshot.