On wearing a gorilla suit to work...well, seeing as how my employers stare at me and inquire about my religious practices whenever I braid my hair, the chances of me lasting more than an hour in a gorilla suit are slim. Paul, on the other hand, has worn a "scottish farmer" get-up to entertain his freshman comp classes, so I imagine that he, as a TA, could do the gorilla thing for a few weeks, no problem.
The weekend update from Iowa, if anyone cares: attended a grad student party on Saturday and gloated excessively about having a job and no papers to grade; helped myself to a table of free liquor, but somehow, did not get overly drunk; stood on a balcony for hours in just a t-shirt and jeans, but didn't really get cold; watched a guy puke over the balcony; listened to another guy talk about the fungus balls in his stomach; ended up back at home at 3 am, where Paul put on an impromptu impression of hicks from his hometown and I had to persuade roommate James and his girlfriend Mandy to leave my bed, where they were eating croutons and pretending to touch each other.
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