This is by far the funniest / best thing that has happened in my life in a while
*Due to the fact that the use of real names would be incriminating, I changed one of them.
My old roomate Kiel had a '70s Swank party. This entailed my friend, hmmm lets call him Ed, and I driving to Windsor VT, not very close to central mass. Its a long trip. The party was awesome. There were so many cool/random/creepy people there. In about an hour we met a stunt coordinator from Milford and probably the sketchiest dood with the strangest taste in porn ever. We also met a kid named Mikey (this is important). Mikey was a flamboyant, hilarious, dood.
I wont bore you with the regular details of a drunken party. All you need to know is that Brandon and I slept in Kiel's old room in his sketch attic. Now, Kiel lives in an old house, so everything is a bit creepy. Ed, who was on the bed and I on the couch, had a drunken conversation about The Ring, Ringu, and the book Ring. We creeped ourselves out, which is not a hard thing to do. Everything was absolutely fine until for some unknown reason the answering machine across the room starts playing this message prompt. At first it spooked us, then, once it started playing it quicker and stopping the message suddenly, it scared the shit out of us. We jumped up to turn on the light. The lights were no longer turning on. I dont know why, they just werent. We said "screw this" I ran to the stairs punching just incase the fucking girl from the ring was there, jumped, and hit the ground running. Kiel removed the answering machine.
That would be a story in itself, but it was only a means to an end of an even more creepy story:
Mikey, complete with glue on side burns, comes upstatirs to see all the commotion. We woke the entire house. A long discussion ensues as to ho creepy Kiel's room is. It is very creepy. We eventually fall asleep.
I awake the next morning and look at the bed to see if Ed is up, he isnt. All I can make out is his polka dot polyester shirt. I lay back down. This continues for about an hour until i remember that Ed was not wearing a polka-dot polyester shirt; he was wearing a horribly silver reflective shirt. I look again: Mikey lay sprawled out on the bed and Ed is in the fetal position on the couch.
I decide to go downstairs. Kiel and I talk for a moment and Ed comes. We head to the car in a hurry and Ed starts laughing and swearing.
Events of the night: I fell asleep. Mikey went down to the bathroom but came back up. Ed heard him inch towards the bed and eventually climb up. Thinking it was just a drunk kid, probably myself or Kiel being funny he didnt think much of it. When he felt his blankets being pulled up he knew other wise. Not knowing what the hell to do in a situation like that he did a series of those grunts that people do when they want someone to quit something without them knowing you are awake. (...) After some awkwardness Ed falls asleep. He wakes up with a hand up his shirt and legs around him. He turns to see Mikey's sleeping face: thus the most hlarious car ride home
My old roomate Kiel had a '70s Swank party. This entailed my friend, hmmm lets call him Ed, and I driving to Windsor VT, not very close to central mass. Its a long trip. The party was awesome. There were so many cool/random/creepy people there. In about an hour we met a stunt coordinator from Milford and probably the sketchiest dood with the strangest taste in porn ever. We also met a kid named Mikey (this is important). Mikey was a flamboyant, hilarious, dood.
I wont bore you with the regular details of a drunken party. All you need to know is that Brandon and I slept in Kiel's old room in his sketch attic. Now, Kiel lives in an old house, so everything is a bit creepy. Ed, who was on the bed and I on the couch, had a drunken conversation about The Ring, Ringu, and the book Ring. We creeped ourselves out, which is not a hard thing to do. Everything was absolutely fine until for some unknown reason the answering machine across the room starts playing this message prompt. At first it spooked us, then, once it started playing it quicker and stopping the message suddenly, it scared the shit out of us. We jumped up to turn on the light. The lights were no longer turning on. I dont know why, they just werent. We said "screw this" I ran to the stairs punching just incase the fucking girl from the ring was there, jumped, and hit the ground running. Kiel removed the answering machine.
That would be a story in itself, but it was only a means to an end of an even more creepy story:
Mikey, complete with glue on side burns, comes upstatirs to see all the commotion. We woke the entire house. A long discussion ensues as to ho creepy Kiel's room is. It is very creepy. We eventually fall asleep.
I awake the next morning and look at the bed to see if Ed is up, he isnt. All I can make out is his polka dot polyester shirt. I lay back down. This continues for about an hour until i remember that Ed was not wearing a polka-dot polyester shirt; he was wearing a horribly silver reflective shirt. I look again: Mikey lay sprawled out on the bed and Ed is in the fetal position on the couch.
I decide to go downstairs. Kiel and I talk for a moment and Ed comes. We head to the car in a hurry and Ed starts laughing and swearing.
Events of the night: I fell asleep. Mikey went down to the bathroom but came back up. Ed heard him inch towards the bed and eventually climb up. Thinking it was just a drunk kid, probably myself or Kiel being funny he didnt think much of it. When he felt his blankets being pulled up he knew other wise. Not knowing what the hell to do in a situation like that he did a series of those grunts that people do when they want someone to quit something without them knowing you are awake. (...) After some awkwardness Ed falls asleep. He wakes up with a hand up his shirt and legs around him. He turns to see Mikey's sleeping face: thus the most hlarious car ride home