Daryk and I had been very complicatedly involved. I wasn't his official "girlfriend" (because he had one of those who lived a thousand miles away at the time), but I really was, and the relationship was very intense for me for a number of reasons, which I just don't feel very comfortable going into right now.
At any rate, I forget the exact chain of events, but I know that he and I spent a wonderful long weekend together on a road trip (visiting germane, among other things), which was immediately followed by said long distance girlfriend coming for a visit. After that, everything just went to shit.
We weren't speaking to each other, and I was freaking out over it, and crying on the shoulders of my friends Laura and John. I'm not quite sure how this plan was hatched, but somehow, we three decided that it would be a good idea if they went to his place late one night (late enough to be mysterious, but not so late that he would be asleep), rang his doorbell, and threw cream pies in his face.
And they did it.
Well, OK, they tried to.
We couldn't find cream pies, so we settled on Laura having a pie tin full of shaving cream, and John having a pitcher full of water to throw. I was to hide across the street in the shadows so I could watch, and, once they attacked and ran, we were all to meet back up ... someplace? I forget where.
So they went and rang the bell, and I went and hid. Daryk came down the stairs, and, unbeknownst to all of us, was carrying his sword, because he was not accustomed to unannounced late night visitors. Laura and John had decided to disguise themselves, and I believe that meant that Laura wore some sort of goofy wig and John had on a Santa Claus hat. They were both on their bicycles, figuring that would make for an easy getaway.
Well, thank heavens for that stupid Santa Claus hat, because Daryk saw it through the window on the door, and figured that he was in for something silly, as opposed to something sword-worthy. He opened the door. Laura missed with the pie, but John got him with the water, and I promptly got the fuck out of there and went to our pre-planned meeting place.
What I didn't see was that Laura and John got their bicycles all tangled up in their attempt to get away, which is around the time when John saw the sword. He threw his arms around Daryk and started yelling "hug! hug!" which is apparently a skill he picked up through years of childhood fights with his brother. Then they actually all stood there and talked for a while, and, in the end, Laura told me that the upshot was that they told Daryk that he probably needed to talk with me, and he agreed (though it was to be months before that actually happened).
Incidentally, Daryk still says that that night was the reason why he no longer has a doorbell. I think he's kidding, but I'm not sure.