Tonight Laura and I brushed our teeth by candlelight. It was so romantic.
Actually, we just lost power in our bathroom and bedroom. We still aren't exactly sure why, and we'll be looking into it tomorrow if it isn't on by the time we get up. But going to the bathroom in the dark reminded me of a story from my glory days in highschool, and so I thought I'd share that here. Travel with me now, back to the 20th century. Back, to 1997.
We had just finished our theater department's production of some play - I don't know, Winnie the Pooh's Christmas maybe? - and to celebrate we had a cast party. At these cast parties we almost invariably played a game known as Sardines (essentially, reverse hide and seek), and this cast party was no different. Just before we were to start the game, Nick Brozek and I hurried to the bathroom to take care of some essential business. Nick finished quickly at the urinal, and was waiting politely for me as I was involved in the more time consuming process known as "Number 2". Nick was a very interesting fellow - tremendous fun, incredibly creative, and one those guys who carries more miscellaneous junk in his pockets than you can even imagine - and his "polite waiting" this time took the form of conversation and headstands.
And thus the scene is set. There we were in the theater department bathroom: talking, shitting, and standing our heads.
When all of the sudden the lights went out. You see, light is not conducive to the game of Sardines, and so to facilitate gameplay, the lights were turned off. Which, thanks to a stroke of genius on the part of the architect of the Coon Rapids High School Auditorium, required cutting power to an entire wing of the school. And so, this being a windowless bathroom in the middle of an unlit wing of the school, late at night on a Saturday, we found ourselves in absolute darkness: talking, shitting, and standing on our heads.
And of course, at precisely the moment the lights went out, gravity got the better of Nick's pockets and all of his belongings came tumbling out. The crash was loud, and when the echo off the bare tile walls subsided, I could still hear coins and who-knows what else rolling around the bathroom floor. A quarter even travelled all the way across the room and into my stall.
"What was that?"
"Everything in my pockets."
Followed, of course, by uncontrolled fits of laughter.
Eventually Nick found most of his belongings, - his pocket watch never worked again, though that didn't stop him from carrying it around for the rest of highschool - and I found the toilet paper. I think I managed to get it into the toilet, but that was never quite confirmed. It took us a little while, but we were able to work our way to the sinks, wash our hands, and follow the wall out of the bathroom, with perhaps the funniest story to ever happen at a Coon Rapids High School theater department strike party.
We indulged in all the extra-curricular activities
We weren't particularly cool