This weekend I went to a party that had two kegs - a “kegger.” YES! A full blown mom-and-dad-are-out-of-town-KEGGER! Actually, I’m pretty sure no parents were involved whatsoever, but it sure as hell felt like it as I stood in line, patiently holding my red plastic cup with all the other beer drinkers. Everyone was in really high spirits cause at the end of the line was not some pissy, high-maintenance, eye-rolling bartender but just a free, plentiful keg without a trust fund. Some people indulged their inner frat boy and even did a keg stand! That’s when I had to bring out the camera. To the dismay of the hostesses (and everyone else), the party ended up being busted by the police, but to the delight of people like me- I felt like I was peering through a rabbit hole back into sophomore year of high school as I was being ushered out the door by a man in uniform yelling, ‘Come on! Party’s over! Come on!” As the cops swept through the house, people hid in corners defiantly pounding beers and looking all protective over their one cup of free alcohol. The general crowd behavior at that point had noticeably regressed and 25-year-olds were looking scared that they were going to be carded. As the displaced partiers lurked a block away discussing alternate party back-ups, I thought to myself, nothing like a kegger to make you feel really, really young again…
October 14th, 2008
