Even these two veteran BPD detectives were unprepared for what confronted them in a Theater District club

I really feel no need ever to punch David Price or Mookie in the face.

Someone should ask Marty Walsh the same question about space saving.

But at least the city is focused on the real issues like champagne showers.

He said the club uses only very cheap champagne, since the whole point of the exercise is to spray the stuff, not drink it.

I've never met anyone who'd want to go to such an event yet has such refined tastes that they'd consider the crap champagne to be undrinkable.

First of all, it seems that an extra security guard or somebody like that should've been hired well in advance of the spritzing celebration to be really firm about checking ID's and not letting underage drinkers onto the premises.

Secondly, even though the behavior at the spritzing party wasn't as awful as it's been at other events, like some soccer, hockey games, etc.,, it still sounded like it got enough out of hand so that it wouldn't have hurt to have somebody on hand to keep things under wraps a bit.

Nothing says school spirit like a champagne shower!

Should have dressed for a detail in a downpour.

25+ years ago, I worked at a restaurant in the low numbers of Newbury Street. One Sunday evening in late May about 10pm, a small party of 5 or 6 arrived. They wanted to be seated in the outdoor cafe. There were two problems, the cafe was not open (the furniture actually was chained together) and more importantly, it was raining, lightly, but raining nonetheless and we didn't have cafe umbrellas

Other staff members tried to dissuade them by pointing out the locked up chairs or the rain, but the party persisted. As it was slow, I took them on, unlocked the furniture and set up two small tables for then,

They were very nice, ordered 3 or 4 bottles of Moet, and when I delivered them with glasses, they asked if they could open them. They then took the bottles, released the cages on the corks, opened them, then shook them and sprayed each other while they all cheered and laughed. The whole process took about 3 minutes.

They then thanked me profusely, explained they were all best friends and finishing a major milestone in their education and had decided on this celebration on the spur of the moment.

The rain promptly washed away all the sticky champagne, they paid their check, left me a very generous tip and were on their way. My fellow servers had been watching the whole episode from the windows and were applauding when I came back inside.

Thank goodness they hadn't posted their plans on Facebook. Although 25 years ago, they probably would have had to buy an ad in the Boston Phoenix as there wasn't the internets like today, lol.