O ur first year hosting Dyngus Day was a great success. The festivities were held at Joe's place, thus earning him the title of King. Tony did the majority of the planning (bought the beer) and was thus dubbed the Duke. As we were poor college students at the time, we cut a deal with a local liquor store for really cheap beer (~$4 a case). These fine brews consisted of Keystone, Keystone Light, Keystone Dry, and a 12 pack each of Hamm's and Fall's City. As Fall's City was brewed in Indiana, it quickly became the house beer. We then threw all the beer in a trash can full of ice, and the first Dyngus Day event was born: Diving for the Fall's City.

A s the day wore on, we were visited by many of our friends, the Assistant Head of the Aerospace Department, and various strangers that were passing by and consequently carried up to the deck. This year was also particularly festive as the final game of the NCAA final four was on that night. The King and Duke spent several hours yelling at the officials on TV, though the King did wake up later that night wondering when the game was on. All in all, an excellent start to what was sure to become a grand tradition.

Below are a few choice moments from the day.

T he Deck, the birthplace of the Purdue Dyngii. What a place to party, eh?

F or the end of March in Indiana, this is a rare sight.  However, it seems that the gods of Dyngus were with us and provided a beautiful day for the festivities.

W hat would Dyngus Day be without a little charring of flesh? Yes, we are carnivores and proud of it!

S howing how it's done. Brent pulls a Fall's City from the Barrel O' Beer.