Here's to the "season!"

It's the height of the social season here in my little world of Lawrence, Kansas. But, instead of attending fancy balls or croquet matches on the lawn, we gather for basketball parties - adorned not in pearls or white tie, but crimson and blue t-shirts. Last night, our beloved Jayhawks advanced to the Sweet Sixteen, meaning we will gather again Friday night, cocktails in hand, our stomachs in knots. The question is, what to do for the four nights in the middle?