The Great House Party of 1982 May 16, 2014 20:47:25 GMT -5
Post by heem on May 16, 2014 20:47:25 GMT -5
I lived in this house on the bottom floor with two other guys in college and I decided we should have a block party. I got busy and had fliers printed up and we even found a band. I went and knocked on all the neighbors doors, let them know we were going to have a party, just one night and hoped they could come. A bunch of us handed out fliers in front of the dorms across the street. We got Juan (from Venezuela) to buy the first keg. It's in the middle of the summer, so only a fraction of the normal school population was at the University. So we get the keg and we're sitting around the front lawn waiting for people to show up. I think we said 4pm start time. It's getting later and later and Juan is getting nervous as I promised him we'd pay him back with "donations" once the party got started. The band does some sound checks in the back yard and I kid you not, it sounds like RUSH back there before a stadium concert. Some people from one of the neighboring houses shows up with their own keg of Heineken. All of a sudden, the back yard and front yards are PACKED with people and my head is spinning with how many people are there. We send Mary (one of our friends who was blessed by the boob fairy) out in a low cut t-shirt to take donations for more kegs. Cops show up and we promise to turn it down but we don't. I think there might have been a helicopter flying overhead at one point. The cops show a 2nd time and we have to reluctantly tell the band the show is over. People stay to party and we continue getting kegs. Juan gets offered Ecstasy (which is brand new at this time) and I'm pissed because I don't get offered any. (Now I'm glad I never got to take it!) The cops show up a third time and luckily none of us are arrested but they say the sheer volume of all the people is still disturbing the neighbors. So it finally gets shut down. We we woke up the next morning, discovered we had gone through 9 kegs ( ! ) and every cup, glass or pitcher in the house is gone. Years later here in Phoenix I was talking to some random guy and found out he was from Iowa City. We were swapping stories and he told me about the most awesome party he had ever been to, a backyard party with a band around 1982. I'm like "Was it across from Courier Dorm?" He said that was it and I was like "Dude! That was MY party!"