On SNOWBALL FIGHT

January 3-4
Got it with only three misses!

On SNOWBALL FIGHT
I have a never-fail technique in a snowball fight: make two snowballs, one in each hand. Approach your victim. Lob the snowball in your non-throwing hand up in the air. When they look up at the snowball, nail them in the face! Works every time. For some reason, this improves my aim. Maybe I’m not thinking about aiming as much.
I hit Krista in the eye this way once and it made it go red and bloodshot. She didn’t speak to me for a while. Sometimes it’s disorienting when you’re in a state of warfare with girls and they take themselves out of the war and get offended. It’s a girl way of getting revenge, moving from the physical battlefield to the social.
Onetime my friends Allan, Bob, Amy, Sonia, Meera, Eileen and I went on a McMaster Outdoors Club trip to Bark Lake, which is Up North. The first night we arrived we played cards and made blunts until three or four in the morning, and then we put the four girls to bed before moving to the boys cabin. When we were in the girls’ room, Bob duct taped the door so it wouldn’t lock when we left. He didn’t have a plan, sometimes Bob just did things because he could.
Allan, Bob and I had to do something with our hidden advantage. Allan suggested we get up real early, run into their room and dump a bunch of snow on their bed. Bob and I thought this was a bit extreme, and would get us into Real Trouble. Bob suggested we go into their room and leave a note saying we could have woken them up, but we didn’t. Ha ha! Allan and I agreed that this was too lame, or at least too creepy. I struck upon a compromise.
We went into their rooms (how did we get in there? No questions were asked) and roused the girls for a sunrise hike! What is more Outdoors Club than a sunrise hike? The girls, on about three hours sleep (as were we), did not want to go. Half of them (Meera and Sonia) submissively agreed and forlornly started preparing, whereas the other two (Amy and Eileen) really made a stink. We told them we’d meet them out front. When they finally got up, put on all their outdoor gear, and got to the front door of their dorm, we had left them a note saying “Sunrise Hike Cancelled!! Love, The Boys xoxoxoxox”
What a great prank! What a great start to our trip! But the war had only just started. The boys had no time to lose as we rushed back to our cabin, retrieved our stockpile of filled supersoakers, and barricaded the door to our room with furniture. Then it was the waiting game as we prepared for the inevitable revenge attack. But it never came. When we saw the girls later, they refused to talk to us. It was the girl form of revenge, which is effective, but not very much fun. Not very pranky. These were girls we liked too, so it was a real blow to not have them talking to us. It was Allan’s birthday too.
We learned later that while we were barricading ourselves in our room, they went on a sunrise hike on their own. What a bunch of jerks. The moral of this story is that revenge is tenfold, but in kind. No fair switching battlefields.