COULD YOU PLEASE JUST GO NOW PLEASE?
     Because I was involved in theater senior year, and my one
housemate was an artist, a lot of our friends overlapped.  We
seemed to have the same ubiquitous people in common.  
     Once, at play practice, it was decided that a few of the
others would come back to my house for some drinks.  No big deal,
just some midweek stuff.  I mentioned this to my artist housemate
and the next thing we knew, he had "made some calls" and was
rearranging the furniture in the living room and setting up
speakers.
     They all seemed to arrive at once and they stayed very late. 
Our one physics housemate made some comment about our "existential"
friends and tried to go to sleep.  
     He couldn't, and at about four am he came downstairs and
pleaded with us to end it.  There were only three people left: one
guy, two women.  They were all just marginal types, ubiquitous
person wannabes and apparently there was some unspoken kinship
among them.  They seemed to be having just a little *too* much fun
out there, dancing to Animotion or something.  They had ignored all
the subtle cues:  like when we all yawned and glanced at our
watches.  This only made the guy (and oh, how I hate this, bend his
wrist inward and look at his own watch.  Then, he shrugged and kept
dancing);  Ralph, flipping the lights on and off; all of us wearing
bathrobes.  
     Finally, someone had to make a move.  The Gresge took over. 
He unplugged the stereo and walked over right next to the three of
them.  then, he started doing what looked like rapid-fire mental
patient jumping jacks, screaming at the top of his lungs, "LEAVE
LEAVE LEAVE!!!  DEMONS...YOU VEX ME!!! BEGONE!!"
     They left.

RICHH   
--demons