Starting off college in a musician’s fraternity presented a couple of unusual opportunities, especially at a party university.
I could talk about my friend who, at the absolute worst possible moment, was surrounded by his brothers and locked into the drinking song circle, in which you must finish the beverage in hand. (He’d just picked up on unopened 5th of vodka, and chugged the whole damn thing, screaming for his girlfriend in Spanish, which until that night, he was not fluent in.)
But my personal best came on graduation day, in which the underclassmen were asked to provide music for.
The ceremony was so large that it was held in a nearby convention center. There were several charter buses from campus for the musicians, and school busses for oversized equipment, large instruments, and the like.
After catching up with friends, I was running late, and didn’t have a ride back to campus. Fortunately, the last school bus remained, and I jumped on with another young lady who I was acquainted with. Just the two of us, and the driver.
The May afternoon was unbearably hot and humid, and dark clouds and lightning were moving in from the west in an unbroken tidal wave across the sky.