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Ok, so when you grow up in a small town in New England, there's not a lot to do except do stupid and funny things with (or to) your friends on a summer night with a beer or two involved. And given that I had many relatives in the neighborhood as well made it that much more fun, and funnier.
Tonight's story is about trying to weird out my cousin. Specifically we were going to tap his bedroom window. To do that, you get a thumbtack, some fishing line, a nail or a screw, and someone with guts enough to set it up. You tie a screw to the end of the fishing line, hang it over the thumbtack you've pushed into the window frame, and gently pull at it from a distance so it appears no one is there to cause the tapping. Hilarity ensues as they run outside to figure out what the hell is going on.
This all seemed like a good idea at the time after I'd had a beer, of course.
So Donn and Shawn make the first move, sneaking up to my cousin's window to set up the ruse when things start to go wrong immediately in the form of too little fishing line. I tried to call them back but they couldn't hear, they were too far away. In the semidark I can see them trying to set the tack...
When another of my cousins--much bigger, brawnier and angrier--comes around the corner.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING??" he bellows.
Followed by three ever so slightly inebriated kids yelling "oh SHIT!" and running for our lives. Donn was in the lead, dashing around the corner and through backyards until we landed back on Wood Street, finding refuge in a cluster of trees. Half scared witless but finding our situation comical, we burst into barely repressed laughter. That is, until we heard running up the street. We held still until we caught a glimpse of the runner. It was Shawn, who had somehow not just gotten lost but also went in the wrong direction, lost his glasses, and ran sidelong into a neighbor's above-ground pool. Yeah, I don't k ow either...maybe he'd had more than one beer? Still, meeting back up with him in Donn's backyard shack and hearing what happened to him made the whole night perfect.
Tonight's story is about trying to weird out my cousin. Specifically we were going to tap his bedroom window. To do that, you get a thumbtack, some fishing line, a nail or a screw, and someone with guts enough to set it up. You tie a screw to the end of the fishing line, hang it over the thumbtack you've pushed into the window frame, and gently pull at it from a distance so it appears no one is there to cause the tapping. Hilarity ensues as they run outside to figure out what the hell is going on.
This all seemed like a good idea at the time after I'd had a beer, of course.
So Donn and Shawn make the first move, sneaking up to my cousin's window to set up the ruse when things start to go wrong immediately in the form of too little fishing line. I tried to call them back but they couldn't hear, they were too far away. In the semidark I can see them trying to set the tack...
When another of my cousins--much bigger, brawnier and angrier--comes around the corner.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING??" he bellows.
Followed by three ever so slightly inebriated kids yelling "oh SHIT!" and running for our lives. Donn was in the lead, dashing around the corner and through backyards until we landed back on Wood Street, finding refuge in a cluster of trees. Half scared witless but finding our situation comical, we burst into barely repressed laughter. That is, until we heard running up the street. We held still until we caught a glimpse of the runner. It was Shawn, who had somehow not just gotten lost but also went in the wrong direction, lost his glasses, and ran sidelong into a neighbor's above-ground pool. Yeah, I don't k ow either...maybe he'd had more than one beer? Still, meeting back up with him in Donn's backyard shack and hearing what happened to him made the whole night perfect.
