Spring Quarter, Fifth Year (2000) - PalmerFest Weekend

A view of the scene out back that Friday night.  Needless to say, 12 kegs and harry buffalo brings them out of the woodwork.  The roommates actually started out about 3:00 that afternoon, playing euchre in the backyard.

And we made our presence heard, speakers mounted on the roof while broadcasting S. High Radio: 92.3 MHz.

We roughly estimated the turnover crowd at over 500 people.  I really don't doubt it.

Dan and his latest victim.

Jeff and Tom out back at 10 S. High.  It must be after midnight, since it looks like I actually had a shower by this time.

Another picture of tons of people I don't know.

Jay was visiting and had a great time that night.  But he should know better than to be the first asleep and not lock the door.  He'd been away from the game too long, I guess.

Though I'm sure Mike had nothing to do with it, judging by the look on his face.

Late night Friday:  Brad's sister, Mandy, and her roommate, Danielle, visiting from Miami University.

Big John and, I think, Marty crashed on the couch in the family room.  They always made the trip down for big weekends.  Naturally, it looks as if they were subjected to the antics of mischievous roommates, too.

Sweetie Pietie and the Lil' Guy.  The next day we headed up to the Pigskin around 2:00.  It was great, there must have been 30 of us there.  People were visiting from all over.  PalmerFest is kind of like an unofficial Homecoming for many.

A picture of the scene at PalmerFest earlier in the day, looks like bands were already playing.  We hauled a trash can with some beer and ice down to the affair, so as to minimize trips to the store.

A mix of current students and alumni:  Kinga, Ryan, Becky, Jeff, and Tammy.

Jeff with the girls that took the picture above for us.

Later Saturday night at PalmerFest.

Chetta and Jeff up near the stage.

Another picture of the general chaos.

You might notice that a lot of people in the crowd are wet.  That's where a lot the beer ended up going as the night wore on.

O.A.R. was the last band to play that night.

Jeff and Chetta, soaked from the cans flying overhead (many of which were full).

For some of the night a ring was formed in which guys pitted themselves against one another.  I just feel sorry for whoever this is wrestling Tim.

Dan, Jeff, Toni, huddled around Dan's sandal, evidently.

Jeff with a bunch of our neighbors that lived at 9 S. Congress:  Patty, Gini, Katie, Christy, and Stephanie.