To put it bluntly, Paddy and I went out on Friday night, got trollied drunk and came home to our apartment turned upside down because it was robbed while we were gone.
I won't delve into the details of that part of the story but under the circumstances of the night we were all positively stressed and gob smacked that this had happened since alot of our valuables amongst a present or two were all gone.
Anyways, I'm not telling this story for a pity vote because, without trying to make myself sound noble or whatever (and I most certainly am not), pity isn't something I'm looking for.
Now, to return to the story. We were hammered, upset, the guards called round and all that and we sorted what we could for that moment in time. It must've been about 5 or 6 AM before we finally settled down a bit and just tried to enjoy ourselves again with the drink we had left in the house.
My friend Paddy has a few crazy drunk stories behind him (but all good crazy, as in funny), but whatever crazy notion brought him to this idea of a joke is beyond me but I have to hand it to him, he pulled it off very convincingly.
As we sat there just talking in general about what had happened I decided I needed a much needed toilet break. So off I went to climb the stairs with barely an ounce of energy left in me from the night. I did my business and returned to the TV room downstairs.
I walked in and I turned to Paddy to ask him something and realised something was slightly amiss about his stature. He sat with a blank stare, not breathing, eyes wide open. He seemed devoid of all life.
"Paddy, something is amiss about you!"
At this point I began to think Paddy wasn't capable holding a joke this long (yes Paddy, I think that little of your humor!) so I began to worry a bit. I stood there repeatedly going "Paddy, Paddy, Paddy" with increasing stress rising behind my tone. He just wouldn't respond, so I slapped him across the face. Now, I thought if Paddy was joking, there was no way he would hold himself after that. It wasn't a wallop by any means, but it certainly wasn't a light slap either. Still no response.
"Paddy, Wake up!"
All I did was burst out laughing too partly from relief that he was actually ALIVE, and partly because he put the situation into the context of "it could be worse".
Regardless of how cruel or crazy the joke/prank was, or how the notion of how it even popped into Paddy's head, we have laughed several times at it afterwards and I'm still laughing at it right now, even though my first initial thought was to kill him.
Anyways, in the end, at least we're all alive, everything else is just material and the event didn't ruin Christmas by any means.
Happy Christmas everyone!
