The Ultimate Guys vs Girls Prank War

Two posts ago, I mentioned a high school prank war. Here is the story:
The year was 2000; I was a senior at Wheaton North High School. The new millennia ushered in my first and only minute of musical theatre glory: “Crazy for You: a Gershwin Musical”.

I was a chorus girl with one line (which I missed in one of the performances because I was stuck in my panty hose during a costume change).

There I am: Blue hat – pleated skirt – finger to chin, naturally.

As is the case in many-a high school musical, the boys and girls had

a rivalry brewing early in the rehearsal season; small pranks, measly threats, nothing extraordinary.

That is, until a group of he-man woman haters decided to wage war at a girl’s sleepover two weeks before the show.

They waited until late & showed up with typical prank essentials (lame but effective): toilet paper, eggs, ketchup. They tapped on the windows to scare us (boring). Of course we ran outside. Of course we caused a heap of commotion. Of course we chased them. Of course it ended in a car chase and traipsing through thorn bushes, naturally.
Eventually, we all made it back to the house, thinking that we had valiantly fought off our foes. We spent the rest of the night exchanging war stories, laughing hysterically & talking about boys – a regular girl’s sleepover.
Little did we know, the chase was a decoy.

Ricky Staub and Jon Milonas had snuck into the house during all the chaos and hid, for several hours, in a stairwell listening to every juicy detail!
Eventually, they emerged from their hiding spot, sufficiently scaring us to pieces by making eerie scratching noises until one of us bravely opened the door to the stairwell. They jumped out, terrified us, and bolted out the door.
You can image our reaction – shrieking, confusion, fits of rage, and eventually, we landed at the only viable option: Revenge.
BUT not their kind of revenge. OUR kind. Brains over brawn. Beauty over boyish ridiculousness. Oh man, did we get them back. A plan was hatched in the wee hours of the morning, a plan that will go down in infamy, & ended in ultimate and total surrender.
Victory was on the horizon…

To be continued….

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