We were but 8th graders when this story took place.
Our grade’s guys were having a Sunday School social in the form of a sleepover. Although, it might be better to call us boys at this time period. Of course, the sleepover location of choice was the Leung mansion, complete with huge backyard, pool and indoor basketball court.
The afternoon and night was filled with countless multiplayer games of Halo, Risk, and other games you can play with a deck of cards. As the night wore on, many succumbed to fatigue and went to go sleep. It was down to Matt, Stu, Caleb, Marty, me and a couple others. While the others did their own thing, we sat around discussing what we should do, for it wasn’t quite late enough to sleep yet.
With a single deck of cards and 5 of us, we couldn’t play Big 2, so we sought out to play poker instead. We failed to find any sort of poker chips, or anything that resembled some, so someone had the grand idea of playing strip poker. It’s totally fine; we were just a bunch of boys hoping to find some cheap laughs in our sleep deprived state. And it’s not like we were going to play the whole thing out, the first few rounds were pretty lame in that most of us just lost our socks. Except for Matt, he wasn’t wearing socks, so he lost his shirt right away, to which we ogled at his six pack (of course).
It got to a point where we were just about ready to go to bed, so we agreed to play one final round and loser had to strip down to their underwear. But before that, Marty needed to use the bathroom. As soon as he left the area, someone whispered:
“Hey, let’s rig the deck so Marty loses!”
Working fast, we also knew we had to make it look believable. So we rigged it in such a way that the cards still needed to be dealt out and Marty would have a decent hand. We made it so we would beat his hand with only slightly better cards. So, being a good sport, Marty accepted his defeat and proceeded to carry out the deed. Sporting a fancy camera flip phone, Matt took a multi-shot of the moment. It was a super low quality four frames, but it would be a gem we would always reference. While Marty was undressing, Matt and Stu would hum a song they were learning in band, which they coined as “the stripper song”. According to Dr. McDaniel, their band teacher, it was a song for strippers. So, I guess it was appropriate.
Normally, you might expect me to write “and here are those pictures revealed!” but no, those picture were lost with Matt’s first phone. Though the pictures remained safely stored on it, Matt’s phone would be stolen about a year later by what he suspected to be high school upperclassmen. Gone forever are those photos.
But as a consolation, with the help of Matt and Stu, we were able to hunt down the name of that song we so lovingly hummed countless times. Now, just imagine us humming this: