Postby EagerBeaver » April 1st, 2009, 5:36 am
This fell juuuuuuuuuuuuuust a week or so shy of April 1 but we decided to do this anyway back in '01.
Back in March 2001 we had an earthquake in the Northwest. It happened about a week or so prior to a regional youth retreat we had for the COGOP back in WA State.
At the camp, the earthquake was a big discussion topic. Where were you when it hit? Did you feel it very strongly? Was there any destruction? yada yada yada.
My friend Greg piped up and said the earthquake had scared him so bad that he immediately called his mom. He said he was so freaked out he thought the world was going to end.
Saturday at the retreat rolls around and with it, the proverbial Free Time from 2-4 p.m. Greg decides to use the time to go sleep because he was exhausted.
Now the way that campground is configured, the boys and girls dorms are a long series of three halls with beds on either side. They're really long and narrow, and much bigger than a conventional cabin. I mention that because Greg slept right in the middle of the dorm...which gave us an idea.
A bunch of us friends got together and decided to prank Greg in the worst way ever by simulating the earthquake and pretending a major aftershock was hitting.
I stationed myself under Greg's bed, a few others positioned themselves on their beds, others stood in the doorway, and we all got ready to literally rock.
On my friend Michael's count of 3, we all started shaking and rumbling everything in sight, tossing our suitcases and belongings everywhere. One person threw a stack of CDs and others started flipping mattresses. It actually looked like an earthquake hit.
What about Greg? He jumped up, couldn't find his glasses so he started screaming for Jesus and his mom. It was absolutely wild seeing this guy in his tidy whities running around going nuts.
Best part about the whole thing was that the local Hispanic church had sent some youth to the camp, and they happened to be in the dorm at the same time. Couldn't speak a lick of English but when they saw the prank, they knew what was going on and eventually joined in and made it so much better by screaming in frantic Spanish.
We all abruptly stopped and Greg kept running around trying to get a hold of the dean. I don't know what happened from there but what I do remember is the two-hour cleanup process...priceless.