A spring morning and the mind floats back to 1969. New Orleans and Tulane University. Living in the jock dorm aka cave-dwelling. Tulane was a men's school back then but we had Sophie Newcomb women's college sharing our campus. Another damn-near-perfect spring day in New Aw'lins. Mardi Gras, Super Bowl III and spring break are history. Nothing much to do but workout and study...
So it's maybe eight-thirty and some fool down the hall has it up-to-here with books and yells "PANTY RAID!!". That's all it took. Robert Sharp dorm emptys out in maybe ninety seconds. We had a good four hundred guys headed straight to the women's high-rise dorm. We surround the place yelling the ubiquitous "Throw Us Your Panties!" along with a few more savory if less literate phrases.
The females respond with a shower of underwear. Anything you grabbed you then put over your head, over your jeans, around your arm etc. We were a pretty gamey looking bunch.
So from out of the night a brasierre comes floating down from above, I grab it and what do my wondering eyes see... A brasierre size 32DD!!
It took about .2 nanoseconds to realize the magnitude of this discovery in all its fullness. There existed somewhere in that dormitory a female who was basically ALL TITS!!
The excitement kept building as the crowd grew to maybe six or eight hundred. Campus cops stood back...waaay back. They were enjoying it as much as we were.
After about fifteen or so minutes the underwear rain stopped. So what to do but cross the street to Loyola and hit their women's dorm. That was good for another ten minutes of adrenalin.
Then what?... we had used up the available college dorms, but wait... there's a nuns' convent a couple blocks down St. Charles Boulevard. Oh, yeah!! That was one dumb idea. The entire New Orleans Police Force was ready and waiting. Don't think I ever saw so many flashing blue lights in one place before.
Anyway we never made it to the convent. But I'm still looking for the original owner of that 32DD.