Bound and Gagged (Old hat)
I'm just putting this on here, so I can free up subpages on my subprofile..I'ts just too funny to forget!
Of the many experiences college has provided me with, I must say some of the most absurb are brought about by my friends and their interesting foibles. Friday evening was a perfect illustration of this...
Attempt 1:
Well, I was just sitting around in Leo's room, listening to music and laughing and talking when someone came up with the bright idea, the evil idea I should say, fine, the bright evil idea (so it was probably Dan) that I ought to be industrial-strength shrink wrapped. To this end, I was clamped down to the chair by Dan as Leo and Rob proceeded to wrap me with what appeared to be a giant roll of saran wrap. Please note at this point that I'm not completely inflexible, and in a matter of minutes, I had slipped off the seat, through the wrapping, and stood, exhausted and grinning midst the chaos of Leo's room.
Attempt 2:
Well, my insatiable friends, who, despite my whining, protests, and violent struggling, were hell bent on seeing me wrapped and completely immobile, decided to try again. So, my arms were pinned to my sides and the giant roll of shrink wrap flew around me as I violently fought for my freedom. Having wrapped me, mummy-style, from my shoulders down to the tops of my white snow boots, the boys swept me off my feet and onto the same swivel chair, now wrapping me to the chair. Of course I didn't plan on sitting there all day, so I began to struggle free quite successfully, first tearing my hands free, and then proceeding to rip through the many layers of shrink wrap wrapped around me.
Attempt 3:
You'd think, by now, of course, that my friends would be quite content, wouldn't you? Don't be ridiculous, they're engineers. So, having had their two preceeding designs fail, they simply decided to try again. So, as I grappled with the wrapping of my clear-silvery coccoon, Rob had the brilliant idea of holding me down as I was re-wrapped. Of course I wasn't about to go down without a fight, so as he tried to pin me down, I kept resisting. When it seemed as if all efforts to mummify me were thwarted, it was decided that Rob ought to be wrapped with me. Horrible idea, of course, cause now it was not only tight, but uncomfortably warm, since plastic shrink isn't exactly a material that let's you "breathe". Anyway, I was too exhausted, and my struggling was less violent, so the chaps actually managed to wrap me so I couldn't move. Then someone decided to wheel us from Leo's room to the elevator... Adrenaline, I must say is a wonderful thing. The stiffling, uncomfortably warm wrap was incentive enough for me to toil, and this time, succeed, in freeing myself from my plastic poky.
Well, fortunately, the RA managed to turn my friend's thoughts away from harassing me to wrapping some other unfortunate person on the floor. As they proceeded to conspire against this poor unfortunate maroon, I took my leave of the 6th floor. Ah exciting Friday nights, what can I say?
I love my friends
Of the many experiences college has provided me with, I must say some of the most absurb are brought about by my friends and their interesting foibles. Friday evening was a perfect illustration of this...
Attempt 1:
Well, I was just sitting around in Leo's room, listening to music and laughing and talking when someone came up with the bright idea, the evil idea I should say, fine, the bright evil idea (so it was probably Dan) that I ought to be industrial-strength shrink wrapped. To this end, I was clamped down to the chair by Dan as Leo and Rob proceeded to wrap me with what appeared to be a giant roll of saran wrap. Please note at this point that I'm not completely inflexible, and in a matter of minutes, I had slipped off the seat, through the wrapping, and stood, exhausted and grinning midst the chaos of Leo's room.
Attempt 2:
Well, my insatiable friends, who, despite my whining, protests, and violent struggling, were hell bent on seeing me wrapped and completely immobile, decided to try again. So, my arms were pinned to my sides and the giant roll of shrink wrap flew around me as I violently fought for my freedom. Having wrapped me, mummy-style, from my shoulders down to the tops of my white snow boots, the boys swept me off my feet and onto the same swivel chair, now wrapping me to the chair. Of course I didn't plan on sitting there all day, so I began to struggle free quite successfully, first tearing my hands free, and then proceeding to rip through the many layers of shrink wrap wrapped around me.
Attempt 3:
You'd think, by now, of course, that my friends would be quite content, wouldn't you? Don't be ridiculous, they're engineers. So, having had their two preceeding designs fail, they simply decided to try again. So, as I grappled with the wrapping of my clear-silvery coccoon, Rob had the brilliant idea of holding me down as I was re-wrapped. Of course I wasn't about to go down without a fight, so as he tried to pin me down, I kept resisting. When it seemed as if all efforts to mummify me were thwarted, it was decided that Rob ought to be wrapped with me. Horrible idea, of course, cause now it was not only tight, but uncomfortably warm, since plastic shrink isn't exactly a material that let's you "breathe". Anyway, I was too exhausted, and my struggling was less violent, so the chaps actually managed to wrap me so I couldn't move. Then someone decided to wheel us from Leo's room to the elevator... Adrenaline, I must say is a wonderful thing. The stiffling, uncomfortably warm wrap was incentive enough for me to toil, and this time, succeed, in freeing myself from my plastic poky.
Well, fortunately, the RA managed to turn my friend's thoughts away from harassing me to wrapping some other unfortunate person on the floor. As they proceeded to conspire against this poor unfortunate maroon, I took my leave of the 6th floor. Ah exciting Friday nights, what can I say?
I love my friends