Hmmm, that is a tough one as 'wildest' is so often interchangeable with 'stupidest'. Here, I'll give you an example and you decide for yourself. This particular incident occurred on the night I was awaiting transfer to Boot Camp in San Diego and takes place at a high rise hotel, one full of others both male and female awaiting the same thing.
As you can imagine, a hotel full of 18-20 year olds about to relinquish control of their very existence can be a VERY emotionally charged environment to say the least. Add an abundant supply of alcohol into the mix and the scenario quickly escalates into something straight out of your typical Hollywood movie 'Teen party'. Are you getting a visual?
Drunken debauchery and the complete loss of inhibition was the rule of the day and thankfully this took place in the early 80's because safe sex was NOT being practiced, at least not by myself or the many girls who seemed to desire my company this crazy evening (Yes, it was everything you'd imagine. What can I say, I'm smooth with the ladies!)
Aside from the various sexual acrobatics being preformed there were countless pranks going on such as loading each and every elevator in the entire complex with beverage machines, funny right up to the point you need some more Coke for that Whiskey or Rum. You know, there may be something to that old saw about alcohol not allowing for coherent thought and action.
Of course all this activity got the attention of hotel security but they were ill perpared in dealing with yours truly as I had something of a reputation and a well earned one at that. Van Wilder was NOT the original party liason and I had in my time dealt with most conceivable situations. Now pay attention because this is where the wild/crazy part really rears it's ugly head.
You see, security couldn't control the situation and in an act of containment they concluded that I was the catalyst of this four floor shindig and, having tracked me to a suite with a real bash going on simply locked us in the room, then phoning the room to inform me that my little get together was at an end! Good thinking on their part I must say, but alas, they knew not the limits of my resourcefulness and a little thing like a locked steel door could not stop the fun. Oh, did I mention we were fourteen floors or so above Terra Firma?
A minor inconveniance but not insurmountable by any strech of the imagination. One simply must open the window and use the convieniantly placed 12 inch ledge to shimmy along, testing each winow leading to another room until, voila, one is not locked and thus allows access. Now it's just a matter of sliding open said window, climbing over the sleeping occupant of the bed below (perhaps formerly sleeping occupant is a better description) and making my escape.
A quick trip back to release the prisoners and then a call to secuity from a different rooms phone so as to inform them that the party was definatly on and further such intrusions were not to be looked on favorably was all it took, a coup and a bloodless one at that, security upsurped and utterly defeated. They simply asked at this point for me to keep some semblance of order and hold damage to a minimum which I was more than happy to agree to and then it was 'Party On'!!!
The saga continues the next day as we drank TWO planes completly dry on the trip to San Diego including all the quarter bottles of wine served with the meals, but that's another tale in and of itself and I'll leave it for another day. Suffice to say it was epic and I still love flight attendants as we share the same outlook on life and love it seems. Fly those friendly skies!
So, has this drama enlightened you in some way? It's but a snapshot into the ongoing tale that is my life, one of the countless forays into living life by the minute and without regret. Safe? Hardly. Smart? Definatly not. Priceless memories? It's what I live for! Hope your New Year is a great one and remember, you only get one life so live it and live it well.
2007-01-01 09:15:29
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answered by Sphinx 5
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