We had our first official jam session in our newly swankified basement. It's amazing what you can do with a gallon of dark brown paint, a hundred dollar berber rug from Building 19, a giant lava lamp, an old spinny colored light thingee, and a bunch of kitchy paintings from the local Church sale. Especially when you throw in a large broom made out of cinnamon so the place no longer smells like it's below ground.

The jam was thankfully centipede-free. At one point, my cousin Evan became irate when I threw my socks across the room in an attempt to simulate wild-rocking abandon. Other than that, a funky good time was generally had by all.

Anybody got any beaded curtains or a four foot long bar from the 50's or 60's they need to unload?