There were about fifteen of us, and we went touring and sneaking and creeping into all the little back rooms and basements and physical plant tunnels in the building. We saw the God boxes for the auditoriums, secret passageways from one physical plant area to the next, and lots of musty sub-basements with electrical control units. We climbed a ladder through a trapdoor in the ceiling to get to an attic that led to the roof of Humanities, and we reveled in the view (and the fact that we probably weren't supposed to be there). We toured the sub-tunnels, dark and creepy, with all the pipes that you had to crouch down low to walk under, single file, a real dungeon crawl. There were even dark bays that we nicknamed Dragon Lairs. In Music Hall, we went through the secret door in the men's room to see the grotto where janitors hide out.
We loved it. It was major league cool and awesome. All fifteen of us were having simultaneous fantasies of summer blockbuster action adventure dungeons and dragons terrorist movies. And just the sheer thrill of going places where we weren't supposed to be going and seeing secret things that the rest of the student body knows only vaguely as rumors, if they know anything at all. I have walked on the roof; I have seen the Door Into Nowhere; I have crawled the sub-basement tunnels and seen the Dragon Lairs. I know the secret hideout of the janitors behind the men's room of Music Hall. Bwa ha ha ha ha haaaaaa!