So in the Big Yellow House (222 N. Enterprise, it's now white) we'd have parties and the cops would come. Also our power was crappy and we were always tripping breakers which were located in the upstairs unit.
There was nothing better than having two cops walk in to your beer drenched house only to have the lights go out 30 seconds after they got there. We'd turn down the Jason and the Scorchers or the Pogues and try to be all adult and "Yes sir, we'll keep it down sir." Only to have the lights go out and everyone start screaming.
I can't remember the last time I had 38 drunks in my living room at 1:30 a.m. where I live now.