Finally, my laundry was dealt with. As I was leaving my dorm, I passed a group of girls who were engaging in what appeared to be a festive 4th of July cookout. They all smiled at me and said hi. This situation was much too attractive to be appropriate for this anti-derive. I had to leave them. Just as I had disentangled myself from them, thunder cracked and I turned to see stormclouds moving in from the north. Seeing the prospect of getting caught in a storm as quite unappealing, I headed northward.