File this under "small world": After the D club meeting, Lyon and I went to Bierhaus with some other committee members and were at a communal table with a few strangers. The girl next to me recognized the guy next to her and it turned out that they had interned together and that he had transferred from D. We asked him why and he said that he had lived in a single in the basement of a dorm in the River. Turns out it was the building that I was a UGA in. And since there are only 2 singles per floor, and the other UGA lived on the other side, he lived below me for two terms. Later on in the night I told another friend who joked that it must have been all the loud sex from my room that caused him to transfer. New York is too small!