Story Time :: During one of the periods I lived in Colorado Springs, I shared an apartment with a Drummer .. as fate would have it, this two story, probably 12 unit building was predominately populated by Musicians .. not by plan, but just coincidental .. I had a pretty good quality Quadraphonic audio system at the time, with some fairly large speakers (don't know if anyone remembers those, but it was like the Baby that grew up to become Surround Sound ..

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At any rate, we'd have a fairly regular Friday or Saturday night party, where folks that lived in our building would drift around from one apartment to another .. sharing this and that ..

.. My place was on an end, downstairs .. during one of these fests, I had the Quad cranked and sounding good .. and, I was feeling pretty good as well ..

.. when a pounding knock hit the door and it was one of the Neighbors from the complex next door demanding I turn it down .. I did, he left, we laughed, I turned it back up .. soon after, a guy with a Badge knocks and demands we turn it down .. I was still coherent enough to look at his Badge, it said Security Guard .. I flipped him off and the festivities continued ..
About 15 minutes later, the power for the building went out .. I figured we'd blown a fuse .. went out to the power meters and someone had flipped the breakers off and then padlocked the box closed .. I have to hand it to them for creativity ..
As a side note, back in those days, you could only
buy Coors beer in Colorado ..
EDIT :: I always figure it's not a Party till the 5/0 shows up ..