North Carolina State University - Agromeck Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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LOIsen The Faded Weekend ByJ. Ward Best 10:28 Saturday morning: Pee Wee finishes his show in two minutes, and I missed it all. I really shouldn ' t he awake but the voice on the end of the phone tells me I ' m late. Late for whatl ' Then it clicks, it is Saturday. September 1 9 — The Delta Sig Lawn Party. The lawn opened 28 minutes ago, and the first band would be on in 32 minutes. Shit. I hadn ' t even bought my booze for this annual drunkfest. An hour later Lm in the parking lot of the Farm Fresh on Highway 70 with a bottle of Bacardi well concealed under a three-liter Coke and a cooler full of stolen ice — many thanks to University Dining. We ditch the car behind the grocery store, catching the last of the primo parking spaces. So what if we ' re two feet away from a fire hydrant? We ' re behind it aren ' t we ' ? The first band. Graffiti, has started their set by the time the bus has bounced us the entire mile from the parking lot to the frat house. Really good sound; needs more volume though. The band? Cover tunes — Dire Straits, Bill. Idol. Pink Floyd, etc. — not too bad. The crowd was the main attraction to the whole enchilada though, and it was already moving to its own groove. Some of the brothers were wallowing on an over-stuffed couch that they had dragged in front of the stage. An empty keg provided a dance floor nearly the Va Si '

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size of Barry ' s II for a couple girls in front of us. The calmer people, those who had completely forgotten the booze, set-up blankets farther away from the stage and waited for a friend — anyone — to stumble by and offer some of their liquid. Buses kept arriving from the Farm Fresh, and the lawn began to look more and more like West Campus during those legendary Jams. The crowd got better looking with each busload, or maybe it was just the beer-goggles which everyone was wearing by the time The Connells started playing. One of the Delta Sig brothers with a Staff shirt and a headset walks by with a wine cooler — a bottle. No glass ' restrictions be damned, I ' m not sneaking any more of my drinks. Some of the crowd recognized The Connells from their extensive local appearances at The Brewery and The Pier. The Connells were good for the crowd — their performances are great social events, and the music doesn ' t demand too much attention. The Connells are actually a lot better than that, but they ' re all like family so we don ' t have to pay attention to them when they play. During the break between bands, remnants of lunch started appearing on the ground and all over peoples faces and clothes. Since I hadn ' t even bought my drink by 10 a.m., I sure as hell didn ' t have anything to eat. Of course. Delta Sig has thrown this hash for a number of years, so they know nobody in their right mind brings food. Through some really sweet deal. Domino ' s sent out a truck to hock pizza by the slice. You had to be pretty well gone to pay their prices when you could grab the bus out and buy something you really wanted. A trip to Bojangles solved the problem, and it was right up the road. After grabbing twenty pieces — drunks eat a lot, which is pointless cons idering the food won ' t even be in your stomach long enough change color — we were back before The Voltage Brothers started. Upbeat funk and beach music for an almost-all white audience. Nothing could have made the crowd happier. The music is part of the tradition at the lav n part . And what the hell, I didn ' t have to go to ACC Tavern or push into Barry ' s II to hear it. By about five p.m. people were passing out — not out of the lawn to go back home, passing out face down in their chicken buckets. The Voltage Brothers were still playing, but the ground covering of beer cans and bodies convinced us it was probably safer to leave then. The next day, and all that week, the lawn party was a pretty good memory. People were counting their losses — sunglasses, shoes, lunch — and wondering how they ever got home with the t-shirt they bought. But just like the shirts, the memories have already faded considerably. Thank God (and Ron Bacardi) the Delta Sigs will do it again next year. Jonathan Ward Best writes the ' Sounds Like This... ' column for Technician, and has forgotten more alx)Ut substance abuse than most people will ever know. Thomas R Olsen The 1988 Delta Sig Lawn Party: a party- scape. Unfortunately, the brew and tunes bring out the worst in some people. Tracy Fulghum Opening 15