So, the year is 1985, and the UVa Pep Band is trekking down to Raleigh N.C. for the football matchup against North Carolina State U. My buddy Joe Morlino was Travel Chair at the time, which then meant that he was responsible for, among other things, buying booze for the trip. Well, they purchased about $300 worth (1985 dollars), which was meant to get the 80 or so members through the entire weekend. To great general distress, it was discovered upon arrival that almost every drop had been consumed on the drive down.
So, here they are with about 70 or 75 completely FUBAR band members, trying to check into this motel in rural North Carolina. Joe was at the front desk trying to secure keys etc. A large segment of the Band was having an impromptu cocktail party in the lobby. 20 or so people had discovered, delightedly, the large satellite dish out front, and were gleefully sliding down it as if in an amusement park. The high point, more or less, and such as it was, came shortly after when soon-to-be Pep Band legend Dan "Beast" Benjamin, a 6'4" good old boy from Clemson SC (now in his 4th year of UVa Med School), stumbled into the lobby carrying a pitcher of strawberry daqueris and wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, which he was conspicuously hanging right out of. Just sort of flapping in the breeze there, to the left and to the right.
"Joe!" he exclaimed with a big happy grin on his face, "I made you a pitcher of daqueris!!"
This was when the cops showed up.
So anyway, a great deal of energy was expended smuggling Beast from room to room, with the members of the local constabulary, such as it was, hot in pursuit. "We ahr searching for this heh character, en when we lohcate him, we intend to incahcerate and chaarge him with indehcent exposuh...."
This may have been the same trip, actually, where some demented dope defecated in Dave Duckworth's tuba. You see, when you entered the hotel room, there was a bathroom on the right, and a closet on the left, and Duckworth had left his sousaphone in the closet, and in the morning it became apparent that someone had either made a wrong turn or conceived an awful practical joke.