Last Call!

Well, the House is dry (more or less). The party was great: quite a few completely obliterated folks (Coda), girls throwing beer bottles (and then running through the broken glass barefooted), ear-splittingly loud band, six kegs, one case of Huber, and hundreds of chicken wings. Oh yeah, and one cop.

Got a few pix (click to view full-size version) and some video too.


Saddest sight:
broken Huber.

"Last Call! Last call for alcohol!" are words that triggered panic for most of us. At the bars, it meant it's time to pile in line to get another beer, try out your last desperate lines on the women, and start thinkin' about burritos or gyros. It also signals the beginning of the end. Now we face those chilling words again: "Last Call!" This time it signals the end of an era. This time, "Last Call!" means the Skull House is going dry.


On the porch.

Beer wen^H^H^H girls, serving it up at the bar.		 But don't hang your heads in despair. Although the reasons for going dry are logical, well-thought out, and possibly more maturely reasoned than anything most of us (older alumni) would have contemplated, they still ring a bit hollow for me. I agree 100% with the decision, but my heart still cries "Say it ain't so!" Logic and emotion, at opposite ends of the argument, battle for control. In the old days, emotion could have smashed logic into oblivion with a case of Huber.
But now we must give in to reason. Safety, responsibility, honor, maturity, a cleaner house that doesn't smell like puke: these are all benefits of a dry House. Academic performance will surely improve. There will be more money for more valuable pursuits. A real rec room, a pool table, high-speed networking are just a few of the great things visible on the horizon. We all know this is a great thing for the House.
Yeah, but they're
cryin' inside.


Jammin' in the basement.

 


Pro and a really
hammered Skull (middle:
Guess who?).

 "Last Call." At the bars these are panic words, marking the beginning of the end. At the Skull House, they mean something different. I don't know how it is done in the House today, but I guess I can reveal one Fraternity Secret at this point. Remember the public bashes we used to throw in the old days? Remember those same words at about 1 AM? "Last Call!" didn't mean the party was over did it? "Last Call!" meant we were about to thin the herd and get rid of all but the closest friends of the House (even if we had just met her 15 minutes ago). It meant everyone could go off duty and relax. "Last Call!" doesn't signal the end. "Last Call!" means the start the real party.