Actually, we were stranded at some fairly out of the way motel. (Which was, incidentally, the same motel the Stanford Band was stranded at the year before, when they did all those Blockbuster Video jokes at what was then the Blockbuster Bowl - causing the Bowl people to outlaw scramble shows during their halftimes.) But we were in good company, we had a great deal available to drink, and we made the most of it.
At midnight we all gathered in the pool/courtyard area, everyone carrying either a musical instrument, a bottle of champagne, a cigar, or all three. We cavorted, took pictures, danced around, and played a few charts. And drank heavily. At midnight we played the Good Ole Song, of course. Most wore party hats, etc., but then-Pep Band Director Matt "Darth" Fader had opted to recycle his Halloween costume - he had gone as Baby New Year.
So, when the hotel manager came out shortly before midnight to find out what all the ruckus was, and demanded to know who was in charge... well, we had to direct him to "the gentleman over there wearing the diaper and smoking a cigar." What a great sight. (The manager ended up inviting us in to do a few loops of the lobby and lounge while playing the Good Ole Song some more.)
