Steer Roast '98

After being away from MIT almost a year, I made the trek back for the anual giganto-party that is Steer Roast.  It involves many crusty old alums going back to Senior Haus for a 3-day long party.  Friday evening starts with the lighting of the pit.  That is followed by dinner and the friday night activities (never to be caputured on film for fear of blackmail).  Saturday is The Feast during the day and the band party at night.  And sunday morning is the champagne brunch.  It was so nice to go back this year for the first few days of May.  I got to see many great friends and temporarily forget about the evil workload I had.  It's hard to remember to take pictures, but here's a few.

	While everything is being set up for the lighting of the pit, most people just end up hanging out in the courtyard.  This is Alison, Jake, Erin, Sonia, and Katie.  See, even my friends at MIT were black-clad freaks. :-)
	This is the front (well, technically the back) of my dorm.  This is the beginning of the huge crowd that gets together for the lighting and the mud-wrestling.  Yes, we have mud-wrestling every year.  That explains the guy in the duct tape outfit...
	This year the lighting got a bit out of hand...  After the flaming toilet paper roll came down from the roof, the many gallons of gasoline exploded as normal.  Then the walls of the pit began to leak and so did the fire.  Steve and all those extinguisher carrying people fought it with water until they realized that smothering it with dirt would be more effective.
	Here's another photo of the crowd after the Sport Death Banner was dropped.  Ahhhh yes, I remember when...  I helped paint that banner a couple years ago.  And if you can't read the teeth, they say, "Only life can kill you."  That's the way to live, baby.
	Here's some of my buddies at the saturday feast.  Sonia, Alison, Dan, Jake, and Meghan enjoying the nice day by sitting under a tarp. :-)
	This isn't from steer roast, but from that sunday.  Meghan had gone back to Salem to see her parents and Donnie, Katie, and I were bored.  We decided to go pick up Meghan and seek out the 10 cent monkey-machine.  You put in your dime and those little monkeys go insane playing music and shakin' their thang.  It's a bit hard to explain, but it's the best dime you'll ever spend.  We're planning on making it a steer roast tradition.  And just think, 1998 was when it all started!