I was a junior in college in a huge three story Animal House type of place with a dozen roommates. We were the only off campus “college housing” between campus and the only bar you could walk to. We would have 100 people buy carry out when the bar closed and come back to our place, like it was public property. To be fair, one of us was probably there at closing, so maybe they just followed him home, 100 strong on a weekend. Just a dozen or two on a “school night”. 😂 The place was called “Stan and Stu’s” for a couple housemates. People at the bar would ask me if I was going there that night. Funnier, they would ask Stan or Stu, not even knowing who they were. It was the halfway house with a generic name, they had another 8 minutes of walking to go.
So, suffice it to say, this house knew about parties. We’d think nothing of picking up a half dozen kegs and see who showed up that weekend. There was a short little red headed guy from Philly named Marty who tried to impress a girl by tossing a pony keg thru his 3rd floor window into the front yard, crashing the glass. He was more drunk than stupid, he worked in a framing shop and used glass he had stolen from them. I take that back, drunk and stupid were probably tied, because the front yard was full of parked cars, and his keg toss landed on a windshield. It was things like this that led to undercover police in the road on weekends.
By FAR the best party we ever had was for that great 1980 Olympic hockey game. I have no idea who thought it was a good idea to rent us a bunch of “giant” (for the time) TV’s, but it was one of the top 3-5 parties of my life, and I’ve been around a bit! The energy was so intense it was hard to describe. It was being at a Bills home playoff game live, but it was a bunch of college kids and countless kegs.
It was not my intent to take things off course, or denegrate that classic event with tales of my youthful debauchery. But we all have some great stories! I’m too old to do it over again, but not so old I can’t remember and appreciate.