Party flyer designed by Lem Butler.
You really would have enjoyed this party. It was truly a monster jam, with Lem and Reggie splayed across our kitchen counters surrounded by stacks of equipment, speakers, turntables and discs. N'Gai's room was at all times like the eye of the hurricane, populated by a panoply of characters looking for some peace.
Approximately 500-600 revelers turned out, booties were shook, 40's were consumed in mass quantities. Most people couldn't believe there was a keg. The number of fine women was astounding. Malcolm Aaron was there, and Lee Richardson and Chris Miller showed up, but the number of other Alphas was bereft. The only true buzzkill was my having to deal with repeated visits by the police. But the party trickled out around 2 am, before they could come down heavy on us with noise fines, and thus all was fine.
J: Donald Williams was apparently at that party. I didn't see him, though.As per usual with all Pink House parties, there were no outstanding incidents of violence. Somebody punched a hole in one of our walls, but it was one of N'Gai's friends and he later owned up to it. Curiously enough, a similar thing happened when we threw another party the weekend before last. Remember that window that you kicked in once, on the side porch door? Well, another knucklehead busted in the very same pane! Preston Harrison Dunlop, in fact. He came clean amidst profuse apologizing. Obviously, this window has earned its place as a holy knucklectics shrine.
E: He was on the basketball team, right?
J: You must be kidding. He was MVP of the championship in '93, the one who hit all the clutch 3-pointers that put the game away!
- Erik & Jay, 2009
- Letter to Dana
