Few places make me feel like I'm about to have a really good think that will end in a really good idea like the Great Library.
Combine that generally feeling of anticipatory promise of intellectual greatness with a lunch withe the one Clarke Tedesco and being on the receiving end of an impassioned monologue about the hallucinogenic effects of Benylyn with the officer working the metal detector ("I just took a whole bing of it!" combined with the extra wide eyes of truth telling) and I'd have to say this day has been pretty great so far.