THAT'S THE WRONG CD.
This was the year 2000, my birthday was coming up and I wanted it to be spectacular. There was a laser tag arena on the other side of town, and they were offering a lock-in party.

A lock-in party, for those unfamiliar with the concept, is when an entertainment centre rents out its building after business hours to a large group. The owners remove anything breakable, sometimes order a pizza, and then leave. They turn all the machines on 'free' and then lock the doors. The lock-in party ends when the next day's business hours begin.

It was perfect. Not since the Roman days of Saturnalia had there been such a party planned. I even went so far as to burn a CD with the most adrenaline-pumping music I could download. I had the blood rave from Blade, the shootout music from The Matrix, only the fastest, screamingest Iron Maiden songs. Every kid there was going to make the boys from Lord of the Flies look like pacifists.

As an afterthought, I also burned a disk of funny songs to play on the ride over. Polkas and things. Guess which one wound up in the locked control room on a loop all night?
(Random Ferret, Thu 7 Feb 2008, 15:49, Reply)