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Monday, July 14, 2008

2008-07 Mystana and Mystan

Back on March 22 of this year, I got married to a wonderful man named Jeff Rhoades - who happens to have an interest in escape magic. In fact, when it comes to escaping from various things, Mystan (the performing name which my husband adopted and by which he will be known as for the rest of this article) is very good - in fact, he's a regular Houdini. So far, he's really adept at doing rope escapes and the Siberian Chain Escape. It came to pass that my husband and I were discussing greater escapes for him to do, after he became more adept at that particular form of magic - and unbeknownst to us, we were being overheard - by Kyle, who is one of Mystan's and my 2 roommates - who also happens to work in law enforcement. Kyle, deciding that what he was hearing were claims being made by both Mystan and myself, decided that he was going to test out these supposed "claims" that we were allegedly making for himself - on us, unfortunately for both my husband and myself, spontaneously and as soon as he could get the chance. This was something that came very soon for him, unfortunately for us.

Deciding that he was going to have a little bit of fun with what he perceived to be a pair of very cocky escape artist wannabes (and apparently forgetting that I, Mystana, not only do not performs escape magic, but I have no desire to), Kyle pulled out 2 pairs of regulation police handcuffs and proceeded (after some ducking, on both my husband's and my parts) to lock one pair around my husband's wrists. This being done, Kyle (forgetting that I have NEVER claimed to be an escape artist) decides that it's my turn. Before I could move from where I was standing, Kyle had the second pair of handcuffs on me and I was standing next to my husband (ignoring my protests that I can't do any escape tricks to save my life, I don't do escape magic, and that the only thing that I can escape from is a gassed-up bathroom). After Mystan (my husband) and Mystana (me) were thus bound, Kyle proceeded to stand back, challenging us to escape - I meanwhile, proceeded to just stand there a little bit from Mystan, knowing that he had not yet studied this type of escape yet, at the same time alternating between wondering why the heck our roommate was doing this to us and telling Kyle that what he was overhearing was our PLANNING to do AFTER becoming more knowledgabe regarding that particular type of escape, NOT stuff that my husband could do now.

After about 45 minutes, consisting of Mystan's and my trying to explain to Kyle that what he was overhearing were our FUTURE escape plans for him, I got tired of Kyle's game. Mystan, noticing this, proceeded to ask Kyle to release us right then and there - all he had succeeded in doing was basically secure the hands of 2 magicians who were trying to explain to him what the heck we were REALLY talking about and that what he was perceiving about us was all a big misunderstanding - at this point, my husband was also VERY tired of Kyle's game as well and just wanted Kyle to release us right then and there. Kyle, deciding that he had gotten his point across, decided that he would release us - slowly. Grabbing his handcuff keys, he first released me, then proceeded to release Mystan. After both my husband and myself were free, I did what I had wanted to do to our roommate, which was give him the finger and walk away free - along with my husband.

The moral of this story is this: if one is going to plan escape tricks, don't plan them within the earshot of anybody who works in law enforcement.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

LOL - I get a laugh every time I think about that day, too, although at the time, it was not funny at all!