20 The Daily Ta'r Heel Wednesday, December 8, 1976
Party
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First off, we needed something to
offer our guests to eat. The options in
this area were wide open. In our humble
little village, we found no less than 13
caterers. Almost any food imaginable
could be had. Tijuana Fats had to offer
plates of Mexican delights, Mariakakis
delighted us with visions of
international cuisine, and still others
paraded scores of dishes by our noses.
But in keeping with the simple theme for
our party we decided on Bar-B-Q.
That's right, plain, old fashioned, pit
cooked Bar-B-Q. Allen and Son Bar-B-Q
quoted us the price of $3. 10 a plate
and we lapped it up.
So with our guests eating now, we
proceeded to give them something to
drink. Ah, yes, drink, the serum of life.
Definitely essential to our party. For the
teetotalers there would of course have to
be soft drinks. But for the drinkers,
there would have to be a plentiful
amount of assorted spirits.
For the beer drinkers we checked out
the local party stores for keg prices.
Popular beer, we found, costs between
$3 1 and $33 for a keg, premium $33 to
$36 and Michelob or imported fares
upwards to $40. Planning to buy more
than one keg, we were advised to call
ahead by a day or two to insure that the
store's stock could satisfy our demand.
Beer we figured, might not suit
everyone's taste. Quick thinkers that we
were, though, we called the ABC people
to find out about liquor. Under the law a
person may walk in to the ABC store
and buy up to one gallon of liquor.
One gallon of liquor, we thought, why
that won't even wet the whistles of some
of our friends. It was then that we found
that by special permit a person may buy
five gallons of liquor.
Well, well, well, we thought. Aren't
we smart. Here we have drink, food and
a place. Now all we need is a band. But,
alas, none of us knew anyone with a
band. Especially the kind of band we
wanted. In keeping with our policy of
simpleness to go along with the foot
stomping dress, the Bar-B-Q and the
invitations we decided upon some down
home music as well. But where to get it?
That was the question.
"No sooner said than done," the
woman at Hit Attractions in Charlotte
told us. "We book all kinds of music.
Soul, country, disco, rock, you name it."
All of that out of the way, all we had
to do then was to dress up in our flannel
shirts, jeans, boots and cowboy hats and
run down to the Chapel Hill Police
Department to arrange for a noise
permit. At least that's what everybody
but the guy at the Police Department
calls them: "noise permits." He called it
something like a "sound amplification
permit."
He also told us that a member of the
band would also have to sign for the
permit and that he along with one of us
would have to remain on the premises to
be responsible.
"The permit is good on Sunday
through Thursday until 11 p.m.," he
said. "For Friday and Saturday nights it
is good until 1 a.m.,' he added.
He also informed us that if
complaints are received to the music, we
would be warned once. On the second
time around the permit would be
revoked, he said.
Armed with our permit, band, liquor,
beer, food and friends, we set off to have
a good time. Maybe it wasn't the
ultimate party, but we all had a hell of a
time, and went home poor but happy.
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