Did 1,900 people show up for a Pink House party?

I don't know how much Caroline told you about our house, but it's assuredly one of the dopest cribs in all of Chapel Hill. Walk two blocks up the street, and you're standing in front of the Chapel Hill post office. Our neighborhood is so peaceful - all these cool, older town residents who give us tomatoes out of their backyard gardens and loan us their power tools. We have not one but two separate, huge backyards. I kid you not. They are the ultimate places to sunbathe or to allow hundreds of excess partygoers to congregate.

Lydia & Raj enjoy the backyard, May '92

Speaking of which, both you and Caroline missed the biggest Pink House party that we've thrown so far this year, in January, right after we got back from winter break. There were 1900 people here!

"A good party would actually take a while to even navigate. I can remember being right around here (outside the back door)...for the entire party. I think I came to two or three Pink House parties before I ever went inside. You could just sit there and occupy yourself with lots of interesting conversations, meet a lot of people, talk about a lot of things. That’s what I remember most about parties here – the great conversations."

- Mike Thomas, sitting on the back stoop, 2009

We had two bands play, three kegs, a swimming pool full of more beer, christmas lights and disco decorations, not to mention hours upon hours of throbbing, mind-dilating techno acid hip hop house music.


Pink House Party Mix, Jan '92

Kyle, think about how much fun you'll have next year as one of the premier entertainment moguls of Chapel Hill!

Kyle at Chez Pink, Winter '93

O.k., here are some more deets. We'll be living with Clint, plus two other people, both of them cool as fuck. One guy, one girl. The girl is Lydia Craft, who lives with us now. She's an art history major and all around artistic type. Totally charming. Oh, and she's half-Australian. The guy is Jay Murray, this Lenny Kravitz-lookalike (sort of, only taller) and brilliant first-year sociology grad student from New York City. He did his undergrad at Boston College, then came here. You'll probably think he's fairly hot.

Jay and Lydia waking up in D.C., Fall '92 roadtrip

- Letter to Kyle in Paris