I went to a couple when I was at U.T. About 1970, we got word of a raid in the Presidential Complex. I lived in Andy Holt Apts. at the time, across from the Aquatic Center.
My roommates and I fanned out and took off on a dead run to Carrick. While I was running full bore up the hill going from A Holt Apts to Morrill, one of the guys yelled WIRE. What that meant was that we were running full blast into a cable that kept people off the grass. This was strung between short poles and about 18 inches off the ground. I barely saw it and tried to jump over it. Remember, it was dark, and it was a less than knee high wire, and we were running full blast. I proceeded to jump the wire. Unfortunately, I caught the wire with the top of my right foot on the way up, and went down hard and landed on the side of my face with arms outstretched onto a concrete walk. I am sure it looked like my feet had been lassoed. Anyhow, I dusted myself off and continued because I was on a mission to get panties.
Now, we have reached Carrick. Back then , the girls lived on the wing nearest Humes and the guys in the wing nearest Reese. Okay, a few pair were flying out the windows when we arrived, and floating down like little white parachutes. I had not been able to get to any because there was a lot of competition to catch them. A bunch of guys were out there, and no panties came close enough for me to strike and get my prize. Now, I see a pair floating down from way up there, maybe 12th floor. I set my sights on it, having been maybe the first to see it leave the window. I see the wind gently pushing said panties to my right, and over towards the side of the building, closest to Reese.
I start running, and timed my jump just right to snatch (that's right....snatch) my trophy away from a couple of taller and very disappointed guys. I stuffed it in my pocket without looking. It was late and very dark, but I could tell they were cotton. After trying to grab a few more floaters, the panty raid broke up and I went back to my room to show off my booty (that's right.....booty). To my horror, I pulled them out to show the guys and the label said Fruit of the Loom, men's size 38. So help me God, every word is the truth. LOL!
