The Most Awesome/Stupid Thing You've Ever Done

[milrtym]

A dorm one. My roommate, myself, and 10 other people went to a party. My roommate got hammered. I (6-1 175lbs) was dragging my roommate (6-4 275lbs). We got to the room and with my massive beer muscles I was able to get him up into his loft. I went to bed woke up in the morning and he was gone. As it turns out he got out of his bed to go to the bathroom. When he came he walked into the wrong room. He got into neighbors loft (without a ladder) and slept there. With the neighbor guy still in the bed. We did have pictures of them spooning each other before they woke up.

[iccyfan]

I was at ISU many years ago, prior to the remodel of Carrie Chapman Catt Hall; then it was known as Old Botany and sat idle for years as they decided what to do with it. There was a fire escape on the east side you could access from the ground; a GF & I used to climb up it to look out over campus. We found an unlocked window and spent many evenings after the bars closed exploring this relic which had been closed for a decade.

We had so much fun exploring Old Botany that a few friends and I decided to expand our missions. On a cold Sunday night in January, 1985, we shinied up a rain gutter and found ourselves on the front roof of Morrill Hall in search of unlocked windows. Suddenly two campus police cruisers came around the corner with lights flashing; we laid on our backs behind the 16" fascade to hide. They knew we were there and called up to us to come down; we chose to stay in place and wait them out, never acknowledging them. After about 90 minutes, they were on the ground discussing where they could get ladders and we were about to surrender! A call came across the radio and they departed as quickly as they'd come! Completely frozen (it was January), we climbed down as quickly as we could and departed, never to explore again!

My other stupid but cool story involves stealing a large Tasmanian Devil head off a Veisha float parked in front of a fraternity on Lincoln Way. We threw it in the back of a pickup and carried it all over central campus, trying to decide where to leave it. Taz visited the library, Campanile, Union fountain, etc. before we finally left it on Bob Parks' front steps.

[Al_4_State]

Another great one (arguably the greatest thing I've ever done):

This summer I was in Iowa City for a wedding. The night before, some buddies (all ISU alum who were at Iowa for grad school) had gone to a party. As we were walking back to his place, we walk by another party, and the guys on the porch invite us to come up and drink, so we do. After a couple of minutes of convo, I state that we're all ISU alums, to which the guy (who had been really friendly) responds "GET OUT! WE DON'T NEED ANY ******* CYCLONES!", I argue that we're not doing anything wrong and a couple of guys agree with me, but we're outnumbered, so we leave.

This REALLY irked me, and being pretty hammered, I decided this aggression couldn't stand. So, when we get back to my friends place, we all change into ISU gear, and head back to that party. This time we're walking from the other direction. When we get there, we yell up at the porch to see if anyone is still partying, and as soon as they see us in ISU gear, a posse of about 10 guys (there were 3 of us) come out to meet us, obviously displeased.

One guy, who was obviously coked out starts screaming "those are the guys!" I immediately play dumb, and ask someone who is calmer what he's talking about. He says that about 20 minutes earlier, they kicked out a couple of guys for being ISU fans. This whole time, Coke-boy keeps screaming at me, and acting like he's gonna hit me. I ask the guy if one of them looked just like me, and then I described what I had been wearing, and the guy goes "Exactly!" I tell them that was my twin brother, and he had just come back to where we had been completely wasted, and blathering about he had gotten kicked out of a party.

Completely buying my story, the guys are ready to just let us go on our way, when Coke-head tackles me, out of nowhere. I flip him over, get him facedown, and start bashing his face into the sidewalk. This is quickly broken up, and the guy's friends start reaming him out for just attacking us, when we "weren't the guys!" The guys invite us back into the house, give us some brewskies, and Coke head's girlfriend starts cleaning up his bloody nose/face. He soon apologizes, and tells me "man, I really honestly thought you guys were these other guys we just kicked out of here..."

Stupid Hawkeyes...

[arganbright2]

Stupidest thing: Got in a fight and got hit with a golf club. Not as bad as it sounds he barely caught.

Haha, reminds me of two years ago after golf league. We had just beaten my best buddy in league that night pretty handily and we were playing an emergency nine with an emergency 18 (beer for you lame-o's). After we played the last hole, it was almost completely dark out so i dropped my ball on the fringe and hit it towards my buddy who was driving away on his cart about 50 yards away. By some grace of god, he drove right into the ball and it smacked him on the side of the face, instantly causing it to swell up and bleed. He is a huge (300 lb) Samoan dude with a terrible temper. I tried to walk up and apologize to him but he grabbed his 9 iron and beat the livin **** out of me with it. He managed to hit me twice in the arm. The worst part of the story is that I rolled my golf cart trying to get away from him, which broke 3 clubs in my bag.

[MidwestZest]

Freshman year, late on a Friday or Saturday night, I walked out the south doors of Birch Hall. Over on Lincoln Way, westbound, saw a police car come to a screeching halt right in the middle of the roadway, stop for about 5 seconds, and then peel out. Odd. So I'm walking towards MWL to meet friends in Willow, and see a police car pull into the little lot on the west side, almost still on Beach. Cop flies out of the car, barely with enough time to put the thing in park, and manages to tackle a kid right in the foyer of Maple by the elevator. Knee in his back, cuffing him up, and pretty much all the cop is saying is "Bet you're ******* sorry you chucked that brick now, huh?"

Upon a further examination of the police car....big ole spider crack in the windshield.

Note to self. Do not throw things at police, or their cruisers.

[Cycloin]

My other stupid but cool story involves stealing a large Tasmanian Devil head off a Veisha float parked in front of a fraternity on Lincoln Way. We threw it in the back of a pickup and carried it all over central campus, trying to decide where to leave it. Taz visited the library, Campanile, Union fountain, etc. before we finally left it on Bob Parks' front steps.

AH HAAAAAA!

I was in that frat (PIKE) and I actually operated that character on out float that year. Towards the end of the parade, we had an electrical mishap (a grossly undersized wire caught fire) and we had to bail out of the float at the end before we died from somke inhalation.

[AmesCloneFan]

A dorm one. My roommate, myself, and 10 other people went to a party. My roommate got hammered. I (6-1 175lbs) was dragging my roommate (6-4 275lbs). We got to the room and with my massive beer muscles I was able to get him up into his loft. I went to bed woke up in the morning and he was gone. As it turns out he got out of his bed to go to the bathroom. When he came he walked into the wrong room. He got into neighbors loft (without a ladder) and slept there. With the neighbor guy still in the bed. We did have pictures of them spooning each other before they woke up.

I had a similar experience myself.

Saturday before the first day of first semester, freshman year in Towers (Wallace). Long story short, partied way to hard at a kegger and went home and passed out on my futon- or so I thought. I woke up the next morning on a futon, with another guy laying on a different couch across the dorm room. We both woke up at the same time, and both said in unison "who the f__ are you?"

I had walked in to the wrong room and passed out, but the guys who's room it was were too drunk to notice. I had also filled this guy's nearby microwave box (they had just moved in) with puke sometime in the night.

We actually became friends after that- last time I saw him he had stolen a one of those golf carts at Jack Trice and he was flying down the hill towards the fence on the east side of the stadium, being chased by police. I think he got an OWI out of that deal...

[cybsball20]

I got a couple
Just Plain Stupid
Freshman year - Road trip out to Crescent Beach, had a ton of captain and coke on the way out and as we were driving over the intercoastal I told my friends to stop, I wanted to jump off the bridge... It was ALOT higher than it looked before I got up there, jumped and had bruises on my shins and feet for a week...
Stupid Fun
After my friend's graduation party we were hanging out on court avenue and my buddy said he would give me $100 to streak up Welch Ave. I tookthe bet and took off from behind Peoples, ran up welch (at 1:45 am so it's packed!) ran up past the fire station (where a ton of cops were) and almost made it back to Stanton Heights when they were busting a party at the yellow house and they basically ran me right into the back of the cop car... All I had was my boots, keys, and phone. Had to spend the night in jail wearing a plastic suit, 90 degrees, no AC. Called my buddies to pick me up the next day and they drove out to county jail so I was wandering around Ames for around an hour in that stupid plastic suit... The fine was $125...
Stupid (bad luck) but mildly awesome
A week after signing my first minor league contract and the night of my best game yet, we leave the bar with these smoking hot girls to go back to their place. Getting out of the girls jeep I catch my foot on her seatbelt and fall out. I stick my right hand out to try and stop my fall on the car next to us and slice my hand on their wipers. The one girl takes me to the emergency room and it turns out I have to get stitches, but there was alot of time in the examining room so we have a little fun, it was crazy; )... Anyhow, luckily the team kept me on while the hand healed...

[iccyfan]

AH HAAAAAA!

I was in that frat (PIKE) and I actually operated that character on out float that year. Towards the end of the parade, we had an electrical mishap (a grossly undersized wire caught fire) and we had to bail out of the float at the end before we died from somke inhalation.

The Taz we pilfered was VEISHA - 1986. Your bio says you graduated in 1999, so either it was a different TAZ or you spent too many years in school!

[Cycloin]

The Taz we pilfered was VEISHA - 1986. Your bio says you graduated in 1999, so either it was a different TAZ or you spent too many years in school!

That would be the latter, good sir. I actually had 4 different freshman years

[Palmer]

I was at ISU many years ago, prior to the remodel of Carrie Chapman Catt Hall; then it was known as Old Botany and sat idle for years as they decided what to do with it. There was a fire escape on the east side you could access from the ground; a GF & I used to climb up it to look out over campus. We found an unlocked window and spent many evenings after the bars closed exploring this relic which had been closed for a decade.

We had so much fun exploring Old Botany that a few friends and I decided to expand our missions. On a cold Sunday night in January, 1985, we shinied up a rain gutter and found ourselves on the front roof of Morrill Hall in search of unlocked windows. Suddenly two campus police cruisers came around the corner with lights flashing; we laid on our backs behind the 16' fascade to hide. They knew we were there and called up to us to come down; we chose to stay in place and wait them out, never acknowlidging them. After about 90 minutes, they were on the ground discussing where they could get ladders and we were about to surrender! A call came across the radio and they departed as quickly as they'd come! Completely frozen (it was January), we climbed down as quickly as we could and departed, never to explore again!

My other stupid but cool story involves stealing a large Tasmanian Devil head off a Veisha float parked in front of a fraternity on Lincoln Way. We threw it in the back of a pickup and carried it all over central campus, trying to decide where to leave it. Taz visited the library, Campanile, Union fountain, etc. before we finally left it on Bob Parks' front steps.

my favorite

[AmesCloneFan]

A few more quick ones:

-Raided food service at towers one night, and spent the next day throwing random stolen food items out our 10th floor window. We shook up a 2 liter mountain dew and tossed it, it almost launched all the way back up to the 10th floor! Other items included vegi-dogs (splattered, gross), 1 galon can of nacho cheese. Oh, and a computer monitor.

-Filled a 55 gal garbage can with water, leaned it up against the closed elevator doors, and called the elevator. As the elevator opened, the can fell into the elevator and drenched everyone inside. Problem was, we didn't think about what happens when you pour 50 gal of water down an elevator shaft. It caused thousands in damage and news stretched as far as the Omaha World Herald of the "Towers Vandals". (I know because my parents got the paper and called me on it.) Didn't get into trouble luckily.

[jdoggivjc]

Never have been one of the big drinkers, so I don't have many college drunk stories. That would also include me not really drinking on my 21st birthday, and I let it slip to my friends back home about that. Big mistake. They take me out for my 25th birthday (my first home freshly graduating from ISU). Basically mixing beer and (rather large) shots all night. Keep taking shot after shot and beer after beer (really lost count) and my friends are starting to get visibly ****** because here's the guy that rarely drinks and therefore shouldn't have any kind of alcohol tolerance whatsoever, yet I'm outdrinking them like a champ and at worst I just appear "tipsy". Still singing karaoke, still hitting notes (well, as well as one who was completely hammered could - I was still getting cheers), still having a great time, and my friends were getting more ****** by the moment. Then they decide to order the Boilermaker. Guzzle that thing like it was nothing. After that one I hit the wall - turned pale and glassy, and my friends could see in my eyes I was completely out of it. However, I STILL kept going. A couple more beers and a couple of more shots later and I was done. We'll never know how close I came to dying from alcohol poisoning that evening. My friends when they dropped me off truly didn't know if they were going to see me alive again. All I know is I had never puked that much in my life, and I was still dry-heaving well into the next evening. It was days before I ate solid food again (I couldn't even stand to look at it). An evening that was awesome up until the Boilermaker (******* my friends off the way I did), and was straight ******* the rest of the evening.

[Knownothing]

Good time for my Reno, Nevada story.

I was at a bar called Brew Brothers. It was a Piano bar. I got so drunk I went back to my hotel. My Marine Corps buddy was my roomate. My room key did not work. I banged on the door and nothing. So I just passed out in the hallway of the hotel. A couple hours or so later a security guard came and woke me up. Ask me what the hell I was doing. I explained the damn key for this damn room does not work.
He took the key from me. Looked at the key and then explained to me that I was on the wrong floor. I was also at the wrong hotel. So basically if your ever in Reno, Nevada make sure you are in the right hotel on the right floor or your key won't work.

[iccyfan]

my favorite

Thanks! Which of my fun but stupid hyjinks was amusing?
a) Ghosthunting in Old Botany?
b) Suffering hypothermia on the roof of Morrill Hall? or
c) Stealing TAZ from the Pikes and leaving him at the Knoll?

I'm kinda proud of the fact that none of my shenanigans included property damage or personal injury to others!

As a final offering for this thread, again following the exporation motiff, I'll offer the following. My partner in the Old Botany explorations, an on-again off-again GF with a wild streak, wanted to see the banana crop in the greenhouse (had a good view of it from the fire escape on Old Bot). We somehow got into Bessey Hall at 3am (don't remember how) and hopped on the elevator to take us to the top. The elevator got stuck and we were in it until 7am (Sunday AM), when we managed to pry the doors apart (between floors) and hop out! A custodian was standing in the hallway as I helped her down, never saying a word as we walked past him and out. I saw him the following week while departing a lab; he smiled broadly and nodded his head...