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I would like to start this blog off by saying that underage drinking is illegal and bad. Even though America is the only country in the world where you can win the Medal of Honor but you can’t celebrate winning it with a victory beer because you’re 20 years and 11 months old, rules are still rules. Even if they’re dumb. I had to wait until I was 21 to drink openly in public without fear, and so do you little twerps.
With that said, we all know kids are gonna drink. It’s a fact of life. But Worcester kids are different. We don’t have parents that go on Sandals trips to Jamaica and leave their kids home for three weeks. Our parents knew better. They knew that if they did so then there was a good chance the captain of the Doherty High School football team was gonna take an upper decker in their house.
So in Worcester you had to get more creative if you wanted to pound down some $41 Rolling Rock kegs. Usually this involved finding some vagrant outside of Randall’s and pulling a “Hey Mister.” You’d get your keg of beer, he’d get his handle of Poland Sering vodka for a tip, and you’d both be on your way. He of course would pound the whole thing in 20 minutes before a long night of stumbling around and getting kicked out of pool halls. And you’d head off to the middle of the dark as shit woods.
But where did Worcester kids go to party back in the good ol’ days? Well, we’re about to unleash our top six keg spots on you, but it comes with a disclaimer. This blog is extremely biased towards certain parts of the city. I grew up around Lovell Street in the Columbus Park neighborhood. That’s right on the Doherty/South district line. So I knew people from both schools even though I went to South. Now I would’ve liked nothing more than to go to a North High party but I had no idea if they even existed. As for Burncoat, that might as well have been a foreign country to me. Do you realize how far Burncoat is from South? Even when we played them in sports I felt zero connection or sense of rivalry. If anything Leicester was a much bigger rival. At least we knew how to get there – go right.
I posted earlier today that we’d be writing this blog and a lot of people put Crow Hill on there as their top spot from the 90’s. Sorry, it didn’t make the list. Never heard of it until today. I noticed that 90% of the people suggesting it or liking it have a last name that ends in a vowel. Now I would’ve loved nothing more than to party with some dago Holy Name girls back in 98, but we didn’t have Tinder so it wasn’t in the cards. Back then all you had was AOL chat rooms, and if you didn’t have a scanner then you couldn’t put a pic up online and you were out of luck when it came to scoring with junior smokeshows from other neighborhoods.
Anyway, the two schools that partied the most were Doherty and South and it wasn’t even close. Doherty being #1 by a long shot. I mean, I’m sure people at the other schools all got down on the weekends, but as far as I was concerned Doherty High School was the nation’s finest producer of functional juvenile alcoholics in America. Put it this way. I went to the South and Doherty proms. At the South prom it was customary to get plastered AFTER the prom. At Doherty you got plastered before, during, after, and then the next morning. Walking around the Mechanics Hall bathroom during that thing required careful steps so as to not slip and fall on the hundreds of empty nip bottles everywhere. Those kids knew what they were doing at a young age.
Anyway, here’s the Top 6:
6. Moody Trails
I’d never been to this place before today, and the only reason it’s making the list is because I used to hear about parties there back in the 90’s. I’m pretty sure it was St. Peter Marian/Burncoat spot. I wouldn’t know. I didn’t like those kids for a really good reason – they didn’t live in my neighborhood.
It’s actually a pretty sweet spot I found out today. But the number one thing you have to consider when ranking a keg spot is the 5-0 factor. Because a good keg spot is only a good keg spot until the fuzz shows up. And the number one reason they would show up is because of the parking. Moody Trails is up near the Holden line, and it’s at the end of a dead end street, called Smith. The problem is there’s like 6 houses there and nowhere to park. And this is what you see at the end of Smith:
And I would imagine that when the good people of Smith Ave saw a million cars parked right here
the jig would be up pretty quickly. So the next thing you have to factor in is the run factor. Because nothing was more thrilling than running from the fuzz when you were 16 and inebriated. The rookie cops would always make the mistake of using their flash lights. When a bunch of stumbling teenagers saw those things it was like the bat signal for a stampede. And stampeding through this
doesn’t look like much fun at all. And going the other way
doesn’t look too promising either. One way in and way out makes for a pretty crappy high school keg spot.
This was a South High backup plan if the normal keg spot was too hot – AKA cops came on back to back weekends. It was a deep wooded area near the Leicester border that had tons of places to run in case the po-po came. The problem was that the po-po came a lot because there was nowhere to park on Ludlow Street. Today it’s a Worcester Academy field complex:
What kind of country are we living in where high school drinking spots are being replaced by athletic fields? Stupid progress!!
4. Cook’s Pond
I don’t know how Doherty kids got away with having so many kegs at this spot. It was a perfect place to get broken up. First of all, it’s on a dead end street in West Tatnuck that’s really narrow – Tory Fort Lane:
Seeing that many cars driving down this road and kids decked out in Abercrombie jumping out of them was a dead giveaway that West Side kids were being naughty. Another reason this seems like a bad idea in hindsight is that it was private property and had a gate:
and it led to a members only island club fort house:
The good thing about this place was the fact that the kegs were kept in a World War 1 style trench:
Somehow this was the only spot that never seemed to get busted by annoyed cops who didn’t wanna be bothered with a bunch of drunken teenage dooshnozzles.
This was another west side Doherty spot. There were three ways you get in. 1) Through Chandler Magnet school, which was a big no-no on account of cops often being in that parking lot. 2) Through Dellwood, which was a big no-no on account of a certain someone’s Mom would yell at you. 3) Through Brantwood Road, which was the preferred method of entry.
It was all dependent on whoever lived in this house. Apparently back in the 90’s the person who lived there didn’t care that a bunch of 15 year olds were drinking warm foam and making out in the pitch dark.
Unfortunately it appears as if the new property owner doesn’t want kids discovering themselves back there anymore because this is all that’s left of it:
Ehh, who am I kidding? That’s all that was there back in the 90’s. See back before we had cell phones that could launch a rocket ship kids used to look at this sparce piece of woodland and think of the limitless ways in which they could experience debauchery. I mean look at that log. Do you know how many future city councillors have fallen on their face tripping over that log when they saw those flashlights coming? Tons.
Oh yea, and that reminds me, I remember some kids used to bring flashlights to parties. Those kids were huge dicks.
2. Newton Hill
It was hard to pick #1, but this one lost out because after 1999 the cops had this place on lockdown to avenge a murder. For a while it was a common scene to see high school kids walking up and later stumbling down this hill:
But unfortunately in the summer of 99 there were a series of robberies, one of which ended in a homicide in Sutton. When it was discovered that all five of the defendants were Doherty High School students or recent graduates who were no strangers to this hill, it all came crashing down.
But until that happened it was nothing but good times. It was the perfect location because there were so many ways in and out of the place.
When you’d see those flashlights coming up Newton Hill it was a free-for-all extravaganza. Kids running straight downhill in all directions, not knowing if they’d end up on Park Ave, Highland, or Pleasant street. The downside of course was that it’s a big ass hill and a keg weighs a lot of pounds. Luckily there was a $2 discount on red solo cups for anyone who lent a hand dragging it out of the 78 Malibu parked in the Doherty High School parking lot and up the hill.
And the cops must’ve hated going to this place. I know I would if I was them. It’s a big ass hill. Usually they’d yell “don’t run.” But you ran anyway. The fact of the matter is you just didn’t wanna find out if they would let you go like they claimed they would. But because Worcester cops have always been decent and fair people they’d let you go unless you ran. That was generally the rule of thumb. Because the last thing on earth they wanted to do on a Friday night was run up and down a hill after a bunch of teenagers. If they had to run then they were in a bad mood.
Either way, the thing about Doherty kegs was the beer went fast and the parties started early. If you got there at 7 you were out of luck. After that you’d have to buy warm Keystone Lights off of the smart Jewish kid who anticipated this situation playing out from years of experience.
1. The Rez
What else? It was a giant plot of land with many places in which high school kids could gather and be naughty together. So there were a lot of different places you could lay the barrel down. One option was “the pipes,” which were a bunch of industrial sized pipes that apparently the city just said “fuck it” and left there:
The best part about the pipes was watching people fall down this thing after they walked through the Sullivan Middle School tennis courts to get there:
Another option was “the pumphouse” which was in a wide open area on Cider Mill pond:
Plenty of room for running from the fuzz there. But the ACTUAL Rez was this hole in the back of the South High track where the “McGurn car” somehow was parked since the beginning of time, or so the legend goes:
To this day I still have no idea how this car got down there, but I think a better question is, who the hell stole this Worcester icon? Here’s what it looks like today:
The downside to this place was that there were very few places to run. The good part was that cops didn’t wanna make the hike down to it and over this magical bridge to get there:
So there ya go. The top 6 Worcester keg spots from the 90’s. Leave your priceless high school memories in the comments.
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