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There's no party like a balcony party
Austin's hard-partying scene witnessed a windfall — literally — at 4 a.m. one recent weekend when about 30 people tumbled from a townhome's second story balcony after the platform gave way under the stress of too many guests.
"About 30 people were thrown screaming to the ground hours before dawn," reported the Austin American-Statesman. The Southeast Austin home found itself quickly deserted as 26 partiers were escorted to hospitals in the middle of the night.
The balcony was only one-week old and was never officially permitted by the City of Austin. According to reports, the structure turned upside down as many of the party-goers jumped off or fell onto each other. None of the victims face long term or life-threatening injuries, although the event provided the most trauma victims since Hurricane Rita in 2005.
The incident may shock some homebodies, but breaking the rules on the balcony is a young peoples' past time. Explains one Houstonian who spent her early 20s in the Texas capital, "One time I woke up on an air mattress on my own balcony after a "Boxed Wine"-themed party. I hope that was by accident.
"I'm still evaluating whether or not those were good or bad friends."
What is it about suspended patios that brings out the worst in everyone? An account from a UT graduate CultureMap reader details a particularly regrettable night of balcony debauchery:
We had a party that was surrounding a lot of hazing. I knew things were out of hand once Super Soakers appeared filled with urine. By the end of the night, we had thrown furniture off the roof and in the morning it was all broken in pieces. Probably 1K in damages. Someone also stole a pay phone that night, but I really don't understand the logistics of that."
The saucy patio tales carry on. One reader tells of absconding to a hidden balcony for a quick-tryst during a party at a West Campus home. Utilizing the railing led to a rough tumble when they were walked in on and made the only mistake possible.
"We weren't hurt at all," she says, "but it wasn't until two weeks later that I finally retrieved the condom."
Apparently, what happens on the balcony doesn't stay on the balcony.