oooooh, I feel so deviant

Today I bought a sunroom set that originally lived at the Bohemian Grove. Thus far I have had no overwhelming desire to cross dress or burn effigies in front of some goddamned plastic owl or snort cocaine off of the mirrored side table. But sitting on the 70-something year old horsehair stuffed cushions and resting my feet on the matching footstool does make me feel a little, you know...ICKY might not be the right word for it, but...unbearably cool? Maybe.