It's finally here.

The sun is shining, it's 73 degrees, and people have been chanting "Chug that beer" since 9 am - this is what perfect Dillos are made of.

Let's keep it clean everyone, as it would be a Dillo disaster if you were to fall into the category of "some students—certainly not all—" for whom "Dillo Day is associated with the misuse of alcohol and drugs", as Mary D so kindly pointed out at least three times this week.

Here's hoping for your sake and mine that I will be far enough from a computer at all time to discourage live-updating.