#838: Wild Nights, Hot & Crazy Days

A sequel to #548:  Bad Boys

GETTING MORE TALE #838:  Wild Nights, Hot & Crazy Days

I couldn’t believe it when that red Daytona pulled into the cottage driveway.

“Is that Bob?” asked my dad.  It sure was!

Bob’s parents had a trailer not too far from our cottage, part way between Kincardine and Goderich.  It wasn’t unusual for him to drop in, but this time was different.  He was about to start a new job and wanted a little vacation before his first day.  He chose to come and stay at the cottage with us!

You might think it strange that he just showed up unannounced, but that’s not unusual for cottagers.  My dad’s friend Ron often showed up with his whole family, completely unexpected.  Bob had an open invitation; he was always welcome.

We raised hell that week.  Bob didn’t know, but my cousin Geoffrey and his family were also scheduled to visit.  Geoffrey was…how do I put this?  Hyperactive was the word they used, but at that age, he was…impossible!  I am glad he had since turned into a fine normal young man, but back then you could only take so much Geoff at a time!  Naturally, Bob and I ganged up against him, which was a nice change of pace!  It was during that week that Geoff infamously pierced his ear, while we took the blame for it.  I didn’t trick Geoff into anything, I just chickened out.  But that was just one of the many things we did that week.

Bob was obsessed with one album in particular that summer:  Extreme’s Pornograffitti.  In that Daytona, we all cruised endlessly to the sounds of that album.  My grandmother, in the cottage two doors down, was not impressed by our loud hootin’ and hollerin’.  I was at that age when I thought being loud and obnoxious was funny.

Pornograffitti is a special album, but that summer it was extra-special.  We played it on a loop, and I had just about every song memorized.  I asked for and received it for my birthday later that month.  While I liked all the rockers, “Hole Hearted” really hit me where it counts.  Its melancholy exuberance reflected how I felt at that time.  (I know that sounds like a contradiction!)  I was both excited and scared to be starting a new journey in my life, at University.  Fall was only a couple months away and I was nervous.  Whatever the case, the acoustic strumming of “Hole Hearted” was exactly how I felt, before I jumped into the deep end of school.

It was a beautiful summer, bright and warm.  Bob and I took the canoe out onto the lake.  There was a rock far from the shore, that was just inches below the water.  Finding it was the trick.  We were determined!  I knew roughly where the rock was located, but once you’re out on the featureless water, it was difficult to pinpoint.  Yet we found it relatively easily, by carefully looking for little crests of water where it rolled inches over that rock.

We dropped anchor and stepped onto the rock.  There was room for both of us.  Singing heavy metal songs at the top of our lungs, we both “mooned” the shore.  We were so far out that nobody would have been able to see.  I guess I’ve always been an exhibitionist.  But we did it — we mooned a crowded Lorne Beach.

As my dad likes to remind me, we could have been arrested!

Ah well.  “We didn’t,” was my answer then and now!

We had huge beach fires at night, and found plenty of activity during the days.  There was one afternoon that we took a trip up to Bruce Nuclear.  We usually did that once a year, to go on the tour.  There were actually two tours: one indoors through the visitor’s centre, and a bus tour through the grounds.   Bob came with the family on the bus tour.  And we were awful.  I don’t mind saying so.  That poor tour guide had to put up with our running commentary.  The grounds included nature preserves, and she was telling us about the wild deer that you could sometimes see in the trees to our right.

“Yeah, that one has two heads!” chuckled Bob out loud.  Chuckled, or heckled?  That’s up to interpretation.

I like to say that we were like Tom Green, but without the video camera.  If only we had one!  We were definitely a public nuisance.  And I’m definitely an old fart now, because I would find that behaviour annoying today.

But we didn’t hurt anybody.  Nobody got arrested.  We were loud and annoyed a few people, but at the time I thought that was very rock n’ roll.  We were ahead of our time.  My cousin started his summer by getting a hole in his ear and Bob and I had one last hoorah together.  That all sounds real good to me.

 

6 comments

  1. I’ve never had any piercings or tattoos. All the elders must have thought I was a nice boy because of that. Always thought tats looked trashy, and didn’t want something permanently etched into my body ever. It would be funny if Harrison had a tattoo. Really wouldn’t fit the personality.

    There’s just few things I care about less on this planet than accessorizing regarding the piercing. It was always pretty practical for me. Jeans and a t-shirt in warm weather, flannel, jeans, and a jacket or coat in colder weather. Tennis shoes or boots. Never owned more than three pairs of shoes at a time. Maybe deep down I want people to make as few assumptions about me as possible based on my appearance as well, but I think it’s all just disinterest.

    Mooning the shore. Nice. I don’t know if that tops my buddy accidentally throwing his poop at me though. I think we were about 11 then. I was down in the creek and he didn’t know it, and he took a shit behind a tree next to it, picked it up with leaves and threw it right in front of me in the creek. Glad it missed me.

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    1. No, no I never have and never will get a tattoo or a piercing. Never mooned anything in public either. Don’t like jeans, and I’m a t-shirt and shorts guy all the time, unless it’s cold and I wear a jumper on top. Only two pairs of shoes (+1 set of studded boots). Oh and more than half my wardrobe is dark blue.

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  2. Nice memories, thanks for sharing! I can relate to that piercing. A punch of us got our ears pierced at summer camp. Just heated a pin with a lighter and made the piercing. There was this counselor that made rings out of wood so that was the in look that summer. Ear piercing only in one ear and those rings on our fingers. Beat that! That camp was also our introduction to metal music. The youngest of the counselors made me a tape to take home. I remember it had Rainbow on the other side and P Mobil on the other.

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  3. It’s cool that one song can trigger a whole flood of memories that can come trickling back even though many years have passed.
    Great read man.
    Your a Hooligan as Criss would say! lol

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  4. That sounds like an amazing Summer! Yes, as kids you sound obnoxious, but to be that kid would’ve been a blast. Good stuff Mike! I like these stories a lot especially when you tie in an album that I really got in to myself. Thanks for sharing.

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  5. I got a tattoo when I was in the service and my ear pierced after I got out but that’s all. In fact, the piercing hole closed up years ago. Anyway, good song and good stories.

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