S -- Another story in a similar vein - in 1975, I worked as a volunteer for the Annapolis Chamber of Commerce at their annual Clam Festival (no joke). It was held at the end of August, ostensibly to celebrate the return of months with Rs in them, but actually to have an excuse for the biggest bacchanalian bash on the East Coast. I, through some vicious twist of fate, was put in charge of the corn roast.
It was 106 degrees (literally; people were dropping like flies), and I had to stand in front of this steaming vat of corn. My girlfriend, loyal beyond all belief, kept bringing me pitchers of beer, which I would down interspersed with icewater. From 9 am to 6 pm I had drunk by myself 12 2-qt pitchers, and had only gone to the restroom 4 times.
That night, about 50 of us went skinnydipping in the bay next to my apartment. One of my greatest memories... |
