I will tell the story of The Raging Hurricane Kegger (tm).

So there we were, there we were, in early September of 1996, living in 123 N. Piedmont Avenue: the house formerly known as The Butt, but that later came to be known as Das Booty. Living there were such legends as Beth, Beta, Beaker, Leah, Dan Oz, Tina, Roy, and of course myself. Being a drunken (more so than at any other time in my life) 4th year I was completely ignorant of the fact that Hurricane Fran had come ashore and was bearing down on Charlottesville. So I wake up on this Friday morning at 11 (didn't have class until 2) and discover not only that a huge hurricane is now sitting right on top of Charlottesville, but that we also have no power and no classes! And most of you are by now aware that UVA *never* cancels classes.

So I mosey down the stairs to where this tremendous racket is being made, and I find out that while wondering what to do with a day like this, the residents of Das Booty all decided, "Hey! Let's get a keg!" By some act of God, we still had a phone connection, and Tina, after calling stores for well over an hour, finally found a store that was open, had power, and had kegs. So yours truly, being the only resident of Das Booty of legal age, ventures out into 50 mph winds, driving horizontal rain, and Rt. 29 that had no power or working traffic lights from UVA all the way out to Hydraulic Rd. My car at the time didn't even weigh a ton, and each gust of wind threatened to blow me into the next lane. Oy!

After this nerve-racking drive, I arrive at the Hydraulic Rd. Kroger (getting soaked to the skin during my 15-foot walk from car to store) and ask for the keg I reserved. While waiting, the guy in line behind me thought the kegger was such a great idea that he bought a keg on the spot! So I tote this keg of Icehouse back to Das Booty, hook it up with the aid of Matt "Mister Bubbles" Weyandt, and help the house call everyone in the Pep Band. By 2 p.m. that day, Das Booty was full of Pep Banders frolicking in bad beer, toasting the hurricane, belting out drinking songs, and praying that none of the falling trees would hit the house of our revelry. The result was one of the best parties I have ever been hosted or been to, and helped bond that year's Band like I can't even describe. I can't imaging to this day how that many of us managed to get that loaded on only one keg, but I sure as hell wasn't arguing! I only hope it can happen again!

Peter