Despite what the weather in NYC is telling me, today is the first day of April. We’re well into spring, but the weather is playing me for a fool.
Growing up, I mostly thought April Fools’ Day was just mean. Maybe that was because it grade school kids aren’t very sophisticated in their humor, and are just kinda jerky to each other. Or maybe it was because my brother short-sheeted my bed one too many times.
In college, some friends and I pulled of a good one on some friends in the hall immediately below us. We snuck into their room and “kidnapped” what we all referred to as The Glowing Nuclear Disco Monkey–a giant plastic monkey-shaped cookie tub, full of chaser Christmas lights–and held it hostage for nearly two weeks. We sent ransom notes, including a cassingle (I’m showing my age here) taped over with Peter Gabriel’s “Shock the Monkey,” all the while trying to help our friends reclaim their Preshusssss. They never caught on, even after we returned it. (Although if they google “Glowing Nuclear Disco Monkey”? Whoops. Sorry, K & K!) Good times.