some MDC stories, in celebration of his birthday
|It was a summer home from college. We borrowed my dad's Caravan and drove to Cedar Point. Six of us. Me, MDC, ESC and our girlfriends at that time. ESC was paired up with MDC's girlfriend's little sister (I think) -- who knew then it would be among the first of so many fix-ups?|
We had the minivan with a cooler full of food and beer. I am pretty sure I wasn't 21 yet. MDC might have been. I worked at a store that sold beer, so I was always able to get my hands on it whenever I wanted. The fact that we had beer really is no clue to me as to how old we were at the time.
We spent the day at the Point. Midway through the day we went back to the van, and ate and drank. Then we rode Avalanche Run. It didn't take but a couple of beers to give me a buzz back then, so Avalanche Run was uncharacteristically exciting for me. No one lost their lunch or anything, but I would submit that beers and amusement parks don't really mix. There was plenty of yelling on that ride -- the other people riding with us had to know we weren't quite right.
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It was the band competition trip our senior year -- the Smokey Mountain Music Festival in Gatlinburg, TN. MDC and I had a hotel room with two other guys, DJ and RD. Maybe RD was in the next room, and JA was with us, not sure now. Anyway, I bought a whip at some leather store in town. And we decided we'd have a little fun with it when they came around to make sure we were in for the night. Supposedly they put tape on our doors or something, to make sure we didn't leave after curfew. Who knows?
Anyway, we tied up MDC (using shoelaces), and DJ stripped down to his shorts and put his arms behind the chair like he was tied up too. I think JA was there, because I seem to remember his wrapping himself up in nothing but the shower curtain. And when they came to check on us, instead of answering the door, I started cracking the whip, the other guys would yelp out. Finally, when we heard MDC's dad tell us to open up, I finally did, and it looked like, as best as a bunch of goofy high school guys can make it look, like they'd walked into some homo S&M bondage situation. We acted deadpan like nothing was up, and so did MDC's dad -- or at least he tried, because he nonetheless looked a tad disturbed. But he didn't ask or say a word about what he saw. And when he shut the door we all just laughed hysterically.
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In college, I helped MDC pull a prank on his floor in his dorm. They would periodically post a list of "floor damages" that everyone on the floor would be charged for. Some things bordered on the ridiculous, so we took it the rest of the way.
The list would go up as a dot-matrix printout. Yeah, really high tech. Well, I had a dot-matrix printer in my dorm room, so we replaced the real list with a fictional one, which included a brainstorm of all sorts of bizarre floor damages, including plumbing damages for someone having flushed a cat down the toilet, as well as funeral expenses for the cat. Guys were running around, wanting to know who the hell was responsible for the dead cat, and why did they all have to contribute to pay for its burial.