Well, the sun is out and so are the people. Did a lot of sitting on porches yesterday: six to seven hours in total, I'd say. Observations:

Pasta cools down too fast out of doors.
Squirrels are natural comedians.
On a lit porch after dark, one feels as if it were a stage where a play is being acted out. This may partly result from the specific topics under discussion. Once you've had this sense for the first time, you don't even need the darkness any more to achieve it.
The musical choices of fraternities reflect a desire to disrupt the atmosphere instead of creating it. All kinds of consistency seem to be banned. (At least right now someone is playing Led Zeppelin's Houses of the Holy, but what's going to follow? Roxette? Justin Timberlake? Linkin Park?)
A water pipe with a colourful hose, standing at a central spot on the porch, has an effect on the feel of the moment whether or not anyone's using it. 19:23