Garbage can or trash parties will make you talk to yourself. Ours were a new can and the people invited would BYO. Whatever it was then was dumped into the can and that concoction was the nights swill. Boy, that was some good stuff! 2funnyNO it wasn't.
Every kind of liquor, every kind of wine, juice, pop.
Gag me with a spoon!!
Plus, in those days, you could not be sure some joker didn't throw in a handful of something called
windowpane. My buddies and I would bring our own beer (and keep it out in the car). More better.
If you attended the TKE frat parties in Ypsi in 1971, you not only got the trash can juice, or keg(s) of beer, they would dump out a pound of cheap Mexican on the dining room table.
I attended a few, but never enlisted with any frat. They sent their homecoming queen nominee over to try to get me to join up (and boy was she a senior hottie to a new freshman), and she made vague promises of reciprocity on her part. But when I asked for the reciprocity up front, she got all indignant. No blow, and no show.
