“…that club meetings may not be held at any location displaying racist or sexist memorabilia, or where controlled substances, alcohol, tobacco, firearms, explosives, or any other materials deemed unsuitable by the faculty adviser or the director of student activities are available to students.”
I was 23, had started taking classes at a community college and was seeing a short, curvy, redheaded grad student. Some classmates had wanted to organize a club, and I thought participating would be a good way to get to know people. The first year had gone well, we’d secured a room in the back of an old coffee shop and had twenty or thirty regular attendees.
Some drama had happened at another club, though, and now we had to sit for a formal reading of the student activities rules. The rambling list of prohibitions had gotten old, and I tried to make a joke.
“So the backup plan to use my apartment is out. The rules don’t say we can’t get some cocaine *after* the meeting is adjourned, though, is that right?”