Fall Quarter, Fifth Year (1999)
Huss and Caruso on the couch. If my memory serves me correctly, this picture was taken either to commemorate one of Caruso's dates that just took place, or was about to take place. Look at him, fresh out of the catalog.
And the scene in the backyard, as the fracas reaches critical proportions. Busy quarter, we actually threw parties three weekends in a row. Damage was minimal, though someone did decide to discharge a fire extinguisher all over the downstairs. That's what you get for supplying free beer, I guess.
Jill and Tom dancing at 10 S. High during a little after hours celebration. For some reason we had a lot of after hours parties this quarter. Usually I'm not any good much past three, but we hung in there.
Homecoming weekend at 10 S. High: Jeff and Elyse. On the door behind them you can see some of the Halloween decor. In the spirit of the occasion, Dan always insisted on decorating for the holidays, Christmas trees even. There was an entire closet devoted to such things.
Okay, seven people lived in our house, and seven pumpkins were carved. Sounds about right, right? Thing is, Dan carved all seven. The kid was a machine. Here he is seen posing with his entire collection.
Halloween weekend we had another party: Jeff and Ryan in the kitchen. Now, most of you know that OU's marching band is called the Marching 110. So, that year for Halloween we decided to be the Marching 111-126: the members that didn't make the cut.
Understand this was not small task. To truly capture the spirit of the OU marching band, we practiced our routine repeatedly, interrupted constantly for beer and bathroom breaks. Here we are in our driveway Saturday night going over the moves.
Dan put quite a bit of time into coming up with our dance. He's good at such things. And we didn't mess around. Brad, the Weasel, was our drum major and carried an authentic sceptre. He was followed by the horns section. Following that was a four piece percussion section that was the backbone of the group, laying down the beat to which we'd dance. Luckily, Johnny's friend Zac, from home, could play some vicious drums and kept us afloat all night. Following the drum section was our hula hoop section, essential in any serious marching band.
And our front line, just behind the drum major. Neal's playing the cymbals while Big John's twirling the baton. Luckily, we had a couple big guys in the front to "deter" people from interfering. This included blocking one guy in a runaway shopping cart. Big John decided to go commando while wearing a skirt he made out of felt.
Marching down Court St. Halloween weekend: Jeff was playing the kazoo and spoons, Mike a makeshift trumpet, and Neal the cymbals. We got comments from numerous authentic band members that weren't too happy. Veiled threats, even, as they stood there in their letter jackets. One guy was actually heard saying "Man, they don't know who they're messing with." I kid you not, it was pretty funny.
* contributed by Dan Bendar