Senior year, a spring Sunday afternoon, one of the guys (future Air Force pilot)(from Pittsburgh) rented a small plane from the local airport and buzzed the house about 8 fookin times. If we were on the roof with tennis racquets, we could have swung and hit his airplane. He was that close. I can still see his fat face laughing uncontrollably as he yanked and banked over our heads ... and kept doing it. Straight out of a movie scene.
Every year, we had a Halloween date party. Playboy Magazine rated the party in the Top Ten college parties in the nation. Our neighbor's Viking Party was the same weekend. Also made Playboy's list. If you a were a bird, being invited to either of these parties meant you had "arrived" to campus stardom. I hate costumes. That particular year, I went as Colonel Henry Blake .. whatever. In any event, setting up for the party was a major undertaking as the house was converted into a forest with a makeshift pond (dry ice), with a bridge, and lit torches in the front yard .. all leading to the front entrance. Yes, ""we had 'em at hello." A huge Great Pumpkin sat atop the front slope of the roof with a spotlight shining on it. Darkness was required for full effect. So, why not take a rifle and shoot out the overhead city streetlamps? And of course, make sure those shots are fired as a police cruiser drives by. "Oh shit ... bad timing" But, to my surprise, Officer Friendly just rolled down his window, and said, "Good shooting ... you boys have fun tonight .."
Later that night (post party 1:30 AM), I toured the carnage, bodies sprawled everywhere, and I find one guy face down in the pond. He went as Mick Jagger, and was laying in his underwear. Pulled him up, and he was still breathing, smiling, asking if I had seen his date, -- ala Goalie Jim Craig at Lake Placid looking for his dad after the miracle on ice.
After finally going to bed, we hear screaming in the rack room. One guy, still very drunk, is leaning up against a bunk (which he believes is a urinal), spraying all over the guy in the lower bunk, who is cowering under the covers as he is showered with urine, fearful that his electric blanket would start to sizzle. Good fun.