Hurricane Kegger - September 6, 1996

Normally, I'd be a very grouchy Beth if Beta, my roommate, woke me up at 7:30 in the morning. Especially on a Friday. Especially when I didn't have class til one o'clock. ESPECIALLY after partying the night before.
But today was different.

"Wake up! Wake up!! There's no class today!!" Beta came bounding in the room.
"Huh?" -- Me, still asleep.
"There's no class today because the power is out all over town because there's this big storm and......Hurricane Fran is going through Charlottesville!!"
"Oh. Hey, Beta, what time is it.....exactly??"
"Oh, it's 7:30 or 8 or something like that."
"Goodnight, Beta."

She left, but not for long. Half an hour later she bounded in again, only this time, she was armed with masking tape.
"Beth, I've got to tape your windows."
"Oh, okay.....wait, WHAT?!"
"Well, in case something gets knocked against your window and it breaks, the tape will keep the glass from coming in the room."
Considering my bed is right underneath my window, at this point I sat up. There was no use sleeping anymore. After furiously taping X's to all of our windows (Yes, the Truth IS out there!) the awake members of Das Booty gathered in the living room.

10:00am. After making several Amoco runs, we've stocked up on all necessities. Except one. Beta runs in. "Hey guys, I just remembered -- we've got a cold box!" We all laugh a little....sure, sure, we've got a cold box in case the random keg appears at our house. Five minutes later I realize, hey, I've got cash. And a car.
At this point, the calling begins. Yes, at 10:15 in the morning, we started our search - The eternal quest for a keg of beer.
Now it was time to wake the rest of the house. Bubbles was still passed out from partying the night before - his snoring could be heard halfway down the hall. I thought, is there any use *trying* to wake him?? Silly question. Five words was all it took to rouse him from sleep.
"Matt, we're getting a keg." He was awake.

Finding a grocery store open was not easy, and finding one with a keg was even harder. As the day wore on, one by one, the housemates gave up. No one wanted to call anymore. But there was one shining light. One guiding force, determined NOT to give in until we had our damn beer. Tina. Tina, who would not call for pizza the week before, sat down and called every store in Charlottesville, every store until at last, she was victorious. MMmmmmm......Icehouse...

Next, we called people to come over. (ALL APOLOGIES to those who did not get called - some phone lines were down, and, HEY, there was beer to drink!!) Many hours of Asshole, Threeman, singing and general debauchery followed. We even tried to convince some local fireman to join us, but they used that whole 'not on duty' line.

If there are any parts I left out, I humbly apologize, but hey, that just means it was a *damn* good party!!! Hurricanes are welcome to close down class again anytime.....the windows are still taped, just in case.