All of the above plus some things I can’t mention on the advice of counsel. Hey, look – ya pop for a retainer, ya duzz what your mouthpiece sez! After all, its hard to say what the statute of limitations is on igniting 10 gallons of flight fuel in an outhouse at 3am or having sex across the hood of a police car with the cop asleep inside. Although something like that could be jurisdictional ---- PA no big deal, Alabama it gets you the chair.
I was a rotten kid in some respects. I never did anything my Dad told me not to ------- but I kept coming up with things he never dreamed of. Later when I was in my thirties, he and I were sitting and talking when I started to laugh a little. He asked what that was all about and I said “You know, sitting here right now, I could probably tell you where each and every gray hair you have came from”. He allowed as how one or three could be my brothers fault but I probably was close.
Also made it interesting when I was teaching; my poor classes couldn’t get away with anything. They would keep coming up with new and interesting places to stash some beer or weed or try to get lucky and I would keep busting them. One kid finally accused another of being my fink and I had to set him straight. “Dude, if juvie records weren’t sealed I could tell you things ---------- but look at it this way. Between my hair (it was over my shoulders), beard and Harley do you really and truly think I need a rat to outguess you?”
Glad someone else reads Patrick O’Brian.
Late night stuff for me - lots of work related overnights, from run of the mill fires & crimes up to big events. About the craziest overnight was the capture of the DC snipers, I was the first TV news shooter on the mountain while police were closing in. Didn’t get much sleep that night.
Looking back at my youth I really didn’t misbehave. Sure I did a few things I would not want my children to do, but I never was dumb enough to do something I couldn’t undo, nor was I malicious.
Actually I spent most of my off time as a teen playing RPGs such as D&D, and fighting in padded weapons groups. Great way to blow off steam without getting in trouble.
Did the bank close because drunk mainframe operators make too many late night file transfer mistakes??? :eek: Cap’n, Thanks for starting (& getting me off the hook!) Guess I’ll just start a different thread for what I would have started here.
Let’s see, where to begin?
– Hanging a pirate flag from the top of the college radio station broadcast tower, twice. Probably 17 or so stories up, no safety equipment, no lights.
– Exploring & then ‘escaping’ on foot onto the interstate (well the one lane was closed for reconstruction), but we needed to cross traffic at some point to get off the road. This was with the same guy as in #1.
–various minor incidents with various PD depts, though, I swear I wasn’t doing anything wrong, as proved by all times I was allowed to go about my business, w/o even being asked to show ID. Some involved guns; their guns.
– various things with some HS buddies that might have had an illegal element to them, so no details shared (even though statue of limitation should have long since expired).
The best story I know though involves a guy my Dad went to college with. After college, he got the right job & became quite successful; moved into a very nice neighborhood. One day there is a knock at the door; as a ‘neighborly courtesy’ there are a couple of State Troopers standing outside; returning his precious little angels. It seems the kids let the air out of the neighbor’s car tires.
Oh yeah, the neighbor lived in Drumthwacket. Silly, silly boys not thinking there’d be some security there!
Did the bank close because drunk mainframe operators make too many late night file transfer mistakes??? :eek:
Damn it you found me out. I am the number one cause of the downfall of a smallish family owned bank who wanted the money that a buy out from a big name bank could bring. It is ALL MY FAULT. MWAHAHAHAHA! insert evil cackle
On the plumbing note Mr. Jynxster says “I checked for leaking on the fill tube, tank
inlet and valve last night … if it’s between the tank and seat it would
have to be internal because I didn’t notice water on the outside but if the
tank was leaking then we would hear it fill every now and then, which I
haven’t noticed.”
I have a sometime between 8-12 appointment for the plumbing peeps tomorrow. I shall have to work from home for at least part of the day. Oh darn. It it going to be quite horrible, I dont know how ever I shall manage. Mr. Jynxster will be joining me in working from home on his Birfday no less. I told him this is all an elaborate plot so he doesnt have to work tomorrow. Usually he takes the day off, but he just started a new job.
I was a pretty good girl although I did cut loose when I got to college. I lived in one of the first co-ed dorms on campus, how could I not cut loose? But when I was still in HS, that was another story. Except for this one time …
Our parents had gone away for the weekend and left me in charge. Now I normally baby-sat my four younger brothers frequently, but this was the first time I’d ever been in charge for overnight and longer. I don’t know what got in to me, but I really went hog wild! laughs I invited kids into the house, and there were couples necking in the attic. My brothers were , for the most part, not going to tell on me, but things got out of hand, and one of my brothers threatened to tell. He held that over my head for -years- I tell you - and finally I just told him, “Go ahead, I don’t care” which I didn’t because I was in college by then and pretty much doing my own thing. My parents about blew their gaskets, though, you’d have thought it had happened the other day! LOL “Tarragon, did you really do that?!” they gasped in shock and horror! But there was little they could do other than be pretty angry at me, it was nearly 4 years after the fact!!!
That particular brother and I were nearly always at odds, thank goodness he’s much better now. Of course, he also has two kids who have given it back to him … in spades.
I have a few stories, but I will just recall a few:
My first day of college, me and my friend from back home along with her roommate decided to pull an all nighter with 3 guys. We ran all over campus in the freezing cold and didn’t get back until 8 am the next day because we would have gotten in huge trouble trying to check into the dorm after curfew (private religious college), hid in some giant flower pots for no reason, and I totally fell in love with this one guy we were with, we held hands and cuddled. So I gushed on and on about him to my friend’s roomate the next day who proceeded to steal him from me the next week because I was too shy to go after him first. Sneaky witch
One time in high school I was over at my friend’s house for what was supposed to be a birthday sleepover, and we suck out to a local pool hall and stayed out until 3 am. My mom would have never known had I not let my guilty conscience get the best of me and I confessed the whole thing. Surprisingly I didn’t get in any trouble.
About a year before I had the twins I went to a concert, which got out at 9 and I promised my hubs I would be home by 10, BUT the people I drove insisted on hanging out after the concert to talk with the band (which ended up being a waste of time, only one member came out to talk to the fans and the rest hid in the tour bus), so we didn’t end up leaving until closer to 12am. My phone had died so I could call him to let him know I was OK and why I was out so late, so he was a bit upset with me to say the least.
Also, last year me and the hubs got in a big yelling match, this was about 9 pm, and he left the home for a drive to cool off. He didn’t tell me where he was going and he didn’t bring his phone, so I stayed up for 3 hours waiting on him to get back home sitting on the front porch with a blanket. I actually enjoyed the peace and quiet, but felt a little bit like a hobo for falling asleep on the ground…
In lesser news, it’s my first day back at work since December 21st. I tell ya kiddies, work for a school district and get more paid time off than you know what to do with!
When I’d have friends over for a birthday sleepover (probably 9 or 10) we’d sneak out, buy cigarettes, toilet paper and eggs and go visit the homes of teachers or classmates. Upon reflection, terrible behavior but we thought ti was great at the time. I still remember so well walking the streets for miles at night. We never did any real damage and always had to clean up the mess whenever we got caught, not to mention being grounded for a couple of weeks.
I learned to drive by sneaking out my grandmom’s 1966 Impala after she went to bed whenever I’d visit her home in rural Ft. Worth. Vivid memories there too. That later turned out to be my first car, where I lost my virginity, installed my first 8 track, learned how to take a motor apart and reassemble, etc. I’d push that car down a sandy driveway to the street and remember trying to be so quiet in starting it and slowly driving away. When you got back, reverse the process.
Oh I forgot about prom night! While my bf and I at the time didn’t have intercourse, we did go just about as far as you can without going “all the way” prom night at a friend’s house and lost track of time, and they almost didn’t let us in to after prom because we took “too long” going from prom to change clothes for after prom. They had a time limit and if anyone tried to get in after the appointed time they wouldn’t let you in, I guess fearing you had gotten drunk or something before coming to after prom. Stupid high school rules.
Did yours involve weekly explosions? And for me that wasn’t my teen years, it was like 2nd grade. How I still have most of my body parts I’ll never know. Lucky for me back then we lived on a farm and the nearest neighbor was a half-mile. And related. And blowing sh-stuff up with us. But other than that -------------
Here we go, a little background I moved in with my Dad when I was 16, he and my Stepmom weren’t exactly A+ parent material, we ran all over them. I have a Stepbrother who is 11 months younger and even back when I would come to visit we had already perfected the art of sneaking out, with the car. First time was the Ram Charger I was 12 he was 11, I turned the wheel he did the pedals. This is all in semi suburban Houston. I was the thinker bro was the doer. It generally went like this…
First I pick the lock on my parents bedroom(they weren’t dumb) 30 minutes after they went to bed.
Lil bro crawls in gets keys and cash from mom’s purse, crawls out, I relock door in case they get up at night and check it. I got smart and made my own key later.
Go upstairs and out my bedroom window, across breakfast room roof and down the electric service pole.
Get in moms car carefully noting seat position as she is short and push down driveway to a house down or so, open hood replace coil wire( could never figure out where they hid it, I just bought one)
And we’re off, doughnuts on the golf course, girls, drugs, girls, jumping RR tracks etc
Before you go home use cash to refill gas used and wash car, you must be home by 4:15 Dad wakes at 4:30. Turn car off to coast into driveway and reverse the process
They knew but we only got caught once, came home at 5, so we really caught ourselves
I have some stuff to do will post another in a bit
I never snuck out exactly- I grew up in a small village (one could hang around the village bus stop if one so desired, but that was it), driving laws is strict here, and I didn’t get a license 'til I was nearly 18, but I was occasionally somewhat ahem misleading as to my evening’s plans.
My parents were actually aware that I frequented night clubs at the age of 16 (I looked 18, which is the boozin’ age here); indeed, I used to go to a local rock club with my older bro (I still think that was a sneaky idea of Mum’s- I was restricted to two drinks, and he was on water all night, ‘cos he wasn’t having a drunk lil’ sister hanging round, and I wasn’t getting driven home by a boozed up driver), as the club in question was very friendly -the nicest bunch of old bikers kept an eye on everyone- and most people were just there to dance to music and have a few drinks, not to get drunk or fight; I think I saw one minor fight there in 5 years.
I guess they figured that letting me go there (especially with my brother) was safer than hanging round drinking naaasty cheap crap in the park, and there was no real way to stop me gettin’ at booze short of locking me in the cellar, as I looked old enough to buy it. Especially as we didn’t have a cellar.
However, the plan sort of stopped working once the bro left for uni. I used to go ‘stay’ with a friend (my current housemate as it happens) who lived in Lancaster, the local town (city on a technicality- the place is tiny). Occasionally we did still go to the local approved nightclub, but fairly often, we’d both get the train to Manchester (over 60 miles away) and go to a rock club that shut at 6am- though the bar closed at 2 as the law required- before getting the first train home again or staying and doing some hungover shopping.
On one particularly stupid occasion, we went to Liverpool (feel free to check Epic Night Out distances on a map) to try a new club, but by midnight we decided it was a bit dull, and started wondering what we’d do when it booted us out at 2am- as we’d missed the last train home, and had no money for a hotel- we left, got a train to Manchester (with neither ticket nor money for same, the train was so full of drunks no-one even thought of trying to enforce ticket rules), walked all the way across the city centre at 1am to get to the favourite place before it stopped allowing people in at 2, and stayed there til the trains started up. Not the best plan for two slightly drunk 17 year old girls really…
Neither of us ever got murdered though, so that’s OK.
But when I was still in HS, that was another story. Except for this one time …
