30 years ago today, which I recall as a Friday, I was studying for a finals in second year Russian and Physics in the morning/afternoon and holding a "Iranians = Japs, Let's Nuke the Fuckers!" kegger in my dorm room that netted about $50 profit for me. [The hostages were taken the month before, as I recall].
fwiw, my girlfriend was off on high school exchange in Australia at the time and likely was getting banged by her new Australian boyfriend(s). I wasn't officially informed/dumped until January. Boy, I was happy she was gone.
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