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JP's Bealapalooza 2004
If I were to look back to my years at Michigan State University, this would be the story that pretty much defines the best night I've had out there, full of topless women, 6 tapped kegs, and of course, ending the night with trouble. So, step into my world and enjoy this little story that I call "Bealapalooza 2004". This was written a few days after the event.
We definitely succeeded in throwin the best party any of us have ever been to here at State last saturday night on the 11th. It was just complete craziness full of: 300+ people, 6 kegs, girls flashin us for free beer, fights (cat fights too), and of course the dreaded, cops. But the cops didn't bring down the night, no worries there. So where do I begin? How bout from the start...
So I started my Saturday morning off at 9am waking up for a nice morning of drunken tailgate craziness, but of course after washing my face I looked in the mirror and thought "F this, I'm way too tired and it's way too early to drink!" So I went back to sleep. For those of you who know me, that probably doesn't surprise you. Sucks though, I stayed in Friday night with pure intentions of gettin up early to tailgate, even set the alarm and everything, though sleep seemed the better choice for me ;) Three hours later I finally awoke to watch the State and Central game.
Blah blah blah, time passes (sparing the boring moments of me sittin on my butt for a few hours). Matt comes home around 5:30pm with the God-like idea of throwin a party. Sure why not. So Matt and I went on to spend a good half hour pacing around the living room callin everyone on our phone list to spread the word. Sad thing is, I called like 20 or so people, and only got through to two! Everyone was passed out drunk after tailgate! Figured it'd be impossible to throw a good party tonight.
Time passes again, 8:30 comes around and we pick up two kegs and put them on ice and threw them in the backyard. Don't think the first group of people showed up until like 9:45. Party was pretty much dead for a while with just like 8 of us playin beer pong to pass the time. Didn't think we'd get through the first 2 kegs at all. Then outta nowhere, somethin magical happened. I'd say within one hour we went from 8 people to 75. In the next half hour 75 grew to 180, then 180 to 300+ (you get the point).
It was just nuts! By around midnight the party was bumpin with a crapload of people, and the buzz was growin nicely (for all I'm sure).
Had you been walkin down Beal St. around 1am last Saturday night, you never would have known somethin was goin on. From the streets, you couldn't hear or see a thing. That's the great thing about our house, our backyard is completely hidden. When you walked to the back of the house, all of a sudden BEAL-A-PALOOZA! Our own little Woodstock. People standing on tables, 3 kegs iced and readily available on tap, beer pong, music, and plenty of familiar faces to keep you walkin around sayin hi to people for hours. If you heard random bursts of yellin from guys, it was because some lucky girl was winning herself a free cup for flashin her mamories. I'm sure Matt and all my buddies were just like me were walkin around with stupid grins on our faces all night cause it was just overwhelming how awesome the party turned out to be.
With every good party, of course there's it's downfalls. At ours, there were quite a few.
I'm not sure if I should be proud of this or not, but it all started with me wanting to fill mine and one of those lucky girl's cups up for beer. The line was crowded and didn't want to wait 20 minutes for a refill, so I tried my way to bust through to the kegs. "HOUSE CUPS!" I yelled, but the dude doing with the beer pouring seemed to not notice. "Yo dude, you wanna fill my and this girl's cup up? I live here." He of course, tryin to be all tough was like "Go to the end and wait in line just like everyone else here." Like I'm gonna have some random dude tell me I can't fill my cup up out of the same keg I bought one hour before? Nah uh. So I say "How bout you hand me that tap and go on your way." And I procede to grab the tap out of his hand. Tough Guy tugs back and me being a few beers deep wasn't havin it! "Listen, you'll have 10 guys on you in 10 seconds if you don't back off and hand the tap over!"
Ha, so he pushes me, I grab the tap, push him back, he trips and falls into the arms of Jay and Ben who gladly escort him out of the party. Turns out the poor kid (im tearing up) got a scratch on his elbow as he hit the sidewalk after Jay and Ben kicked him to the curb.
Party on, and the good times continue. About an hour or so later while dancin to the tunes of "Jesse's Girl", "Eye of the Tiger", "Margaritaville, and "Jack & Diane", I noticed Tough Guy, the same dude we kicked out, in our living room with a few guys. He seemed to have round up a little bit of a posse. I wasn't around to see this, but apparently he approached my roomate Matt and got all in his face sayin "So you think it was alright to throw me out huh? What are you gonna do now?" Matt, all confused was like "I don't know what you're talkin about man, it wasn't me!" And it wasn't, it was Ben. Apparently Matt and Benare brothers from another mother and looked like the same person to Tough Guy. Matt wasn't havin it. This dude was all in his face ready to go, and before the raging testocerine session began, Matt turns around to Jay who happened to be there and was like "get some back up", then turns around only to knock Tough Guy down to the ground with one punch! Not so tough now huh?
Bad mistake coming back. A few minutes later after Jim had gotten all of us and a few others were all out in our driveway talkin to Matt about what just happened and out of nowhere Tough Guy reappears from the shadows for more beatings! He runs at Matt with a punch and here we have it, round 2! Punches left and right, not a good idea in front of Matt's good friends. Before you know it, Tough Guy has me, Ben Jay, Jason and Matt on him. Where was his posse? Last news we heard about Tough Guy was that he spent a nice amount of time in the hospital that night. All this over him not filling my cup up. Was it worth talking like you're better than the person throwing a party and providing the beer? Noo....
So after that certain madness was over with, we seemed to have started a chain of unfriendliness cause two girls were now goin at it across the street! I ran over there just as they both hit the ground throwing punches at each other! Cat fight! This was intense. The two got broken up and one of them was taken into the house of my next door neighbor. Apparently this girl wanted to continue the fight and proved this by punching through the front door's window tryin to get to the other girl! Before you know it the girl has a bloody hand and busts through the door and is all yellin at the other girl, who is now also being held back 3 feet from her. During all this madness, a freestylin black guy starts throwin out rhymes goin on about how "Chivalry is dead" and that he'd "hit a b****" if he wanted. This didn't make the girls across the street happy. Imagine a little 5'6'' or so thin girl all up in a big black guy's face tellin him she doesn't appreciate him sayin that. Ohh yes. That would be The Jess! She stepped up to this black guy like it was her job. Luckily he didn't do anything stupid, cause that would have been one more fight of the evening.
Things didn't slow down from here, before you know it my roomate Jason is across the street arguing with some guy and punches are being thrown. I didn't like seeing that, so I ran over to help (thinkin the other guys were with me). I start throwing punches at the guy who was scuffling with Jamie and before you know it, some guy twice the size of me throws me off him and starts punchin me in the jaw and face. Oh it's on!! No, not really. This fight was over soon after it started. After he threw a few good ones at my face, he proceded to throw me head first into the cement on the side of the house and the fight was over. I got my a** kicked!! Let me take a moment to set one thing straight before I continue. I'm not a fighter, I'm a lover (ha, just kidding). I've not been in many fights. In fact, since freshman year of high school, only my brother has been my random source of fighting (minus one small altercation this summer). I'm usually one for the peace, but for some reason this certain night, I, like everyone else was all up in Fight Club mode!
So back to the story..
There I was on the side of the house after taking a nice beating thinking "wow, that was pretty rough, but I feel no pain!" Thankfully, I really didn't feel much pain due in part to the mass amounts of beer drank that night, but the next morning was another story! After that I decided that Fight Club wasn't a club I wanted to belong to, so I went across the street (now with a ripped shirt and swelled up face) and continued to watch the mass chaos breaking out on the 100 block of Beal St. The cops conveniently decided to show up after all the major fights occured, and oddly enough, they just sat there in their cars for about a half hour doing nothing. I seriously wonder what was going through the cop's heads as they watched the 100 or so remaining people running around crazy, some still arguing, on the street at 3:30 in the morning not even giving notice that the cops are even there. Man it was just crazy. They finally made their presense known by going on their little mega-phone things saying "It's 3:45 in the morning. Find your house and go to bed!" Oh man that cracked me up. Nobody listened, and soon later the cops left, still with about 50 or so people spread out on the block.
None of us got to bed until around 6am that night(morning). Before each of us packed in and retired for the evening, the roomates and I just stood there upstairs in the hallway reflecting on the events that had just taken place hours before, reminiscing on how awesome the night turned out to be. Just picture all of us standing there, battle wounds and all, Matt with his busted lip and bloody knuckles, me with my swollen face, and Jason with his scars as well, just talking and having a laugh about everything that had happened. We might have gotten in some fights that night, but that didn't bring the night down one bit. Funny enough, it just added to the craziness of it all.
Between this, the girl fights outside and the one that had broken out in my house a few hours before this (unmentioned in my story, but funny none the less with a classic quote by Ben: "I'm a f***'n choke a b****!"), the flash-your-boobs-for-a-cup girls, and the masses of people, I have to say that last Saturday hands down was the best night I have had here at State
Thanks for reading, and hope your eyes aren't too bloodshot! Wrote this long saga so the night could be remembered in years to come.
JP, bring your beat down to the beach