Wild and Crazy Nights

[LorenRose]

Last night I had an adventure. Which gave me an idea for a thread. What are some of the most crazy, wild, and adventurous nights you've had? including playa nights.

I'll start off the thread with my adventure from last night. It wasn't too crazy, but somewhat interesting.

Soo last night my sister, my friend(let's call him john), and I decided we wanted to go out clubbing. So John and I decided to go to this club that's plays all kinds of music, and all walks of life go there. So on our way there, we see people doing fire poi. So John and I (who are dying to go buringman for the past couple of years) roll down the windows are start shouting "Black Rock CITTTY!" at the top of our lungs. Then he continues to yell government officials names. When I asked why he was doing that, he said because the needed to be recognized, and we start laughing....so anyways we get to the club, and it was ok. Not one of their best nights. It must have had something to do with the dj because it was not a pleasurable musical experience. So we have a good time anyway dancing. So then my sister starts dancing with this guy who decides to like shove his ass at her. And my sister is completely mortified, but she needed a good ass shoved her way. So this guy comes up and wants to buy us shots. so we go over to the bar, and he finds out we're originally jersey girls. He starts calling me Jwow, and i don't know how to take that. He started being like a creeper, and I'm trying to find ways to evade him nicely. My friend john comes up and decides to play it straight, and puts his hood up. He comes over to me and puts his arm around my waist. All the while the guy now thought my friend was a drug dealer and started trying to get drugs from him....so after this we danced some more and left. The parking lot was this grass thing. So we see the goons, and no one else on the side walk and no po's. So we decided to have a hangover moment and I was bradley cooper. their expressions were priceless. so we were in the mood for some bacon and wanted to go get some food. and if you don't know the order of things, it goes. Cracker barrel, Ihop, waffle house, and then huddle house. So we pull up to this waffle house, and well it was full of thuggish looking people. My friend john was like I need to piss like a mother. so we let him out, and go find parking. My sister was like these guys outside look like they want to fight. all of suddenthey start brawling, and the whole waffle house stops and starts staring. My sister is like drive DRIVEE we're gonna get shot or something. and I'm like shit we can't leave john, and I had his phone. so afterwhile he comes out and and hops in our car. we tell him what went down, and he was like well that's good to know they weren't all staring at me when I walked in. so we eventually find a ihop sit down and chill, and this guy starts throwing up in his food and eating it....idk it was just a hot mess situation going on.

soo yaa pretty much what happened to me last night. Not that wild or anything, but needed to get this thread started off with some story.

[Trishntek]

A little over 30 years ago, at Ft. Robinson Nebraska, my former wife, inlaws, cousins in law were spending the evening in the officers quarters. These are entire houses rented out and capable of housing 15 people comfortably. There was a Mt. Man rendezvous and Western Art show going on over the 4th of July.

We were drinking and playing music of a blue-grass nature. There was this visitor who was taking part in the rendezvous who had his family in a teepee at the opposite end of the parade grounds. Now you who may be familiar with Wounded Knee and the Murder of Crazy Horse will understand the context of how this particular evening progressed.

The visitor had told us a tall tale of how Indians had "attacked" his teepee while camping in the Black Hills of South Dakota. They allegedly threw ropes over his dwelling and pulled it down in protest of the visitor's use of their native mode of shelter.

After he left, and a few more shots of whiskey, we as a family of TWELVE persons decided we would "raid" this visitor's teepee. It was around midnight and dark as the inside of a cow outside. The parade grounds are at least a quarter mile across a pasture. There was a grove of cottonwood trees along the creek between the parade ground and this guy's teepee.

With trash bins in hand for "drums" and tons of toilet paper, we eventually found our way to his camp after wallowing in the creek along the way. It was quiet,,,, it was dark,,,,,, we creeped on our hands and knees and surrounded the target of our venture.

Suddenly, we began dancing around the perimeter of the teepee drumming our trash bins and throwing toilet paper over the peak of the structure while howling aboriginal gibberish at the top of our lungs.

Suddenly this BRIGHT LIGHT came on inside the teepee and we could see silhouettes of everything inside. The visitor, his wife and children were in a panic. The visitor hollered, "I have a gun! You better get out of here NOW!"

We just froze in place anticipating laughs and giggles when he eventually exited the structure. We were so quiet, you could hear the creek flowing nearby. None of us moved a muscle. My now deceased father-in-law, RIP, and I were directly in front of the door about 40 feet away.

This light was so BRIGHT, when this guy came out the door that neither he or we could see anything for all the eye adjustment going on with our own heads. There he was, with a flint lock rifle in hand, shining brightly and not seeing a thing. He said, "I know you're out there, I'm going to the Sheriff!" He then went back in and proceeded to gather his family. They came out, got in their station wagon and went to the Fort's office where a deputy was on duty.

We watched from the cover of the grove of trees as lights came on at Headquarters, lots of chattering took place, and we considered our options. FIL and I decided it would be best to head back to our quarters in case suspicion is cast our direction. In the cover of darkness, we all made our way back to our quarters via the parade ground. This chunk of real estate seemed much larger going back for some reason. Meanwhile, the Sheriff's Deputy dutifully went to the teepee of interest and employed the fullness of his responsibilities.

Nothing else happened in that regard until about TWO YEARS LATER. My now deceased Mother-in-law, RIP, encountered this individual (the visitor) at another art show in Casper, WY. He told her this grand story of how his teepee was raided at Fort Robinson ,,,,"the very night we sang songs at your place,,,," He waxed eloquent how the "Indians" threw ropes over his teepee and almost succeeded in pulling it over before he ,,,,"ran them off."