The Ungodly Wee Hours
On a trip to Italy with about fourty kids and six teachers, it was only two days into the trip when the girls decided to pull a prank on the boys. The load of us got teachers in on it and with some great teamwork, got the boys convinced they were in trouble because during a room check, someone found liquor bottles (acquired by one of the teachers and stashed by the girls). After threats of being sent home, and many of the boys looking terrified, we spilt the beans and laughed our arses off. Naturally, we knew they would get us back.

Fast forward to several days later in Assisi. We're sharing a hotel with a very lage French tour group and as luck should have it, my room has vast amounts of drama the one night we're there. I go to bed unhappy since I did not have a chance to get things off my chest, knew full well I would get snapped at in turn if I did, and we have to wake up at 5:30 to get to Sorrento.

Everybody congregates in the main lobby, packed and ready to go around 5:30. We are all exhausted and fit to pass out. It then hits us that there are only girls in the lobby. We've been played. Even though they were supposed to get us up at 4:30, it still pisses me off enough to go for a mile walk. It kept me from socking a bitchy friend and the resident racist Arab in the jaw, but I certainly wasn't happy for the rest of the trip.

We never got them back. Damn.
(DeadCats, Sun 16 May 2004, 6:36, Reply)