Oh, whiskey night! Oh, the madness! The humanity! Oh, sweet, sweet whiskey night! So many memories... Should I even talk about whiskey night? I don't think I can actually put into words what happened on whiskey night. Sure, I can try to tell the story, describe what happened as best I can remember but it would only be a pale shadow of the real thing. Okay, before any of you let your imagination run wild, it was all (mostly) harmless fun. Everything was (kind of) under control. Nobody got (seriously) hurt. And we were all able to laugh about it later. So yeah, it was nothing too crazy. But it was by far one of the most awesome parties of the Spring semester. It was memorable for so many reasons. So, so many reasons... But let's start from the beginning...
After the relative success of wine-and-cheese night we decided that we should have these small parties more often. But we wanted to have a different 'theme' every time. Turned out that a lot of us had never tried whiskey so the Americans decided to educate us poor fools. Whiskey night it was then. Just like last time we bought our own alcohol - I decided to go for a bottle of honey whiskey because the real thing tastes like hatred in a bottle - and got some snacks (and some tipsy toffee again).
Now, to be quite honest I don't remember how the night began. I guess we had a few drinks, listened to music, talked about random stuff and just generally had a good time. I don't know when things got out of hand... or what happened first... Was it the lipstick? Or the epilator? Or the wall? I have no idea how things turned out the way they did! My memories from that night are disjointed and hazy, with occasional bright flashes in between. I guess it's best to start with the wall because that one is my brightest memory and I'm pretty sure it happened relatively early in the night.
Let me just set up the backdrop here.
My room was one of the biggest among the students and I had one of the longest balconies I've ever seen. It wasn't big, it was just really long and narrow. There was an apartment occupied by a random Japanese guy to the left of mine and our balconies were separated by a thin wall, just for the sake of privacy. Now, during the course of the night it got really hot and stuffy in my room - I think it was May or something - so we opened the windows and a few of us went to the balcony to cool off a bit. It was there that two girls decided to show off their dance moves. I was still inside so I'm not sure about the details but I saw some of it and heard the rest. Anyhoo, as the girls were dancing one of our male students showed up and told them that they had no idea how to twerk - so he decided to show them how it's really done. And he did. He started twerking, pushing the girls into the corner of the balcony against the separating wall. I guess the girls decided to hop aside at the last moment or maybe he was just too... uh... enthusiastic?... but what happened next sent us all running to the balcony. There was a long crash, a bang and next thing I knew there was a hole in the wall separating my balcony from the next one. A giant gaping hole...
It was just an unfortunate accident and I wasn't even angry (honestly, at the moment it happened I thought it was hilarious). Besides, these walls were made to break (in case of fires or earthquakes) so it was only a matter of time it happened. Still, even in my drunken state I was pretty sure my neighbor might get pissed so I tried to fix the problem... as well as a drunk person could. I got out some superglue and tried to glue the missing piece of drywall back to it's original place. A sober me would have known it was a futile effort but sober me was long gone by that point in time. After messing around with the glue for a while I only managed to get my hands dirty and glue a piece of paper onto my arm but the wall was still falling apart.
On to plan B then! Duct tape! Yeah, that worked about as well as the superglue, only now there was a piece of tape stuck to my pants and I was covered in dust. I remember someone trying to help me put the wall back together and someone laughing and taking pictures behind my back. Because that's what friends are for. I was just curled up in the corner of my balcony, trying to fix an unfixable wall, unsure whether I was crying or laughing (I was doing both.... because it was just that hilarious for drunken me). After a while I decided to abandon the effort and head back inside because I felt like something interesting was going on there.
I don't know how or when the epilator made it's way into my room. I guess it all started on the topic of pain and a few of the girls were determined to show how much more shit women have to deal with in their daily lives. So we offered to shave the legs of the guys just so they could feel what it's like to have your hair ripped one one by one by an electrical device. The guys... were not very happy with this turn of events because even the alcohol didn't manage to numb the pain. There was lots of swearing and screaming going on and ten minutes later one of our Japanese friends had silky smooth legs. He says that a few days after the party he was walking along the street and heard a couple of girls behind him comment on how nice and smooth his legs looked... so I guess we did him a favor? So yeah, whiskey night was also the night we shaved a guys legs with an electrical razor. Thankfully hair grows back...
The last thing that happened was lipstick. Not quite sure who's lipstick it was or how it all came to pass but we decided to have a little drawing competition... that only ended once the lipstick was almost completely gone. I'm not going to go too much into detail about the lipstick - things were written and faces were painted and I distinctly remember the guy who's legs we'd shaved looking like a creepy clown, topped off with a tiny had I'd bought for Halloween. And there was one girl going: 'I'm gonna make you look beautiful!' while she was drawing on people's faces.
The next morning was... just such a mess! Not only did my room look like a herd of stampeding buffaloes had passed through, I also felt like death had grabbed my by the throat and tried to suck the life out of me sometime in the middle of the night. I looked around my room wondering at first why I was even up. Then I remembered that I had to go to school. Then I wondered what had happened to my balcony... and I remembered. Then I wondered why there was lipstick on my curtains and walls... I decided to disregard it for a moment and headed to the bathroom.
What awaited me there was... a nightmare. Apparently there was more than one clown-faced person at the party. My first thought was 'Why is there lipstick on my eyebrows?!' followed by 'And why is there lipstick on my ears?! And arms?! And neck?!' I had twenty minutes before I had to go to school and those twenty minutes were spent in a frantic panic as I was trying to clean the lipstick off my face and body. There were still a few red spots on my arms when I left the apartment but I could pass it off as a rash if I needed to.
I thought I had it bad with my red eyebrows and painted face but honestly, others had it much worse. Some had lipstick on their legs, shoulders and god knows where else. And the same girl who'd been making people look beautiful the previous night looked pretty crestfallen in the international center. When asked what was wrong she shouted in despair: 'Someone drew swastika on my leg with my very own lipstick!'. Yup, that was pretty bad alright.
Suffice it to say that everyone was a bit... uh... ashamed about what happened last night. The guy who broke my wall looked very, very sorry. And everybody else tried to hide the lipstick-marks on their bodies. But in the end it was all good. We had fun, went a bit wild but everyone survived and we had another fun story to talk about for months to come.
Now, to be quite honest I don't remember how the night began. I guess we had a few drinks, listened to music, talked about random stuff and just generally had a good time. I don't know when things got out of hand... or what happened first... Was it the lipstick? Or the epilator? Or the wall? I have no idea how things turned out the way they did! My memories from that night are disjointed and hazy, with occasional bright flashes in between. I guess it's best to start with the wall because that one is my brightest memory and I'm pretty sure it happened relatively early in the night.Let me just set up the backdrop here.
My room was one of the biggest among the students and I had one of the longest balconies I've ever seen. It wasn't big, it was just really long and narrow. There was an apartment occupied by a random Japanese guy to the left of mine and our balconies were separated by a thin wall, just for the sake of privacy. Now, during the course of the night it got really hot and stuffy in my room - I think it was May or something - so we opened the windows and a few of us went to the balcony to cool off a bit. It was there that two girls decided to show off their dance moves. I was still inside so I'm not sure about the details but I saw some of it and heard the rest. Anyhoo, as the girls were dancing one of our male students showed up and told them that they had no idea how to twerk - so he decided to show them how it's really done. And he did. He started twerking, pushing the girls into the corner of the balcony against the separating wall. I guess the girls decided to hop aside at the last moment or maybe he was just too... uh... enthusiastic?... but what happened next sent us all running to the balcony. There was a long crash, a bang and next thing I knew there was a hole in the wall separating my balcony from the next one. A giant gaping hole...
It was just an unfortunate accident and I wasn't even angry (honestly, at the moment it happened I thought it was hilarious). Besides, these walls were made to break (in case of fires or earthquakes) so it was only a matter of time it happened. Still, even in my drunken state I was pretty sure my neighbor might get pissed so I tried to fix the problem... as well as a drunk person could. I got out some superglue and tried to glue the missing piece of drywall back to it's original place. A sober me would have known it was a futile effort but sober me was long gone by that point in time. After messing around with the glue for a while I only managed to get my hands dirty and glue a piece of paper onto my arm but the wall was still falling apart.
On to plan B then! Duct tape! Yeah, that worked about as well as the superglue, only now there was a piece of tape stuck to my pants and I was covered in dust. I remember someone trying to help me put the wall back together and someone laughing and taking pictures behind my back. Because that's what friends are for. I was just curled up in the corner of my balcony, trying to fix an unfixable wall, unsure whether I was crying or laughing (I was doing both.... because it was just that hilarious for drunken me). After a while I decided to abandon the effort and head back inside because I felt like something interesting was going on there.I don't know how or when the epilator made it's way into my room. I guess it all started on the topic of pain and a few of the girls were determined to show how much more shit women have to deal with in their daily lives. So we offered to shave the legs of the guys just so they could feel what it's like to have your hair ripped one one by one by an electrical device. The guys... were not very happy with this turn of events because even the alcohol didn't manage to numb the pain. There was lots of swearing and screaming going on and ten minutes later one of our Japanese friends had silky smooth legs. He says that a few days after the party he was walking along the street and heard a couple of girls behind him comment on how nice and smooth his legs looked... so I guess we did him a favor? So yeah, whiskey night was also the night we shaved a guys legs with an electrical razor. Thankfully hair grows back...
The last thing that happened was lipstick. Not quite sure who's lipstick it was or how it all came to pass but we decided to have a little drawing competition... that only ended once the lipstick was almost completely gone. I'm not going to go too much into detail about the lipstick - things were written and faces were painted and I distinctly remember the guy who's legs we'd shaved looking like a creepy clown, topped off with a tiny had I'd bought for Halloween. And there was one girl going: 'I'm gonna make you look beautiful!' while she was drawing on people's faces.
The next morning was... just such a mess! Not only did my room look like a herd of stampeding buffaloes had passed through, I also felt like death had grabbed my by the throat and tried to suck the life out of me sometime in the middle of the night. I looked around my room wondering at first why I was even up. Then I remembered that I had to go to school. Then I wondered what had happened to my balcony... and I remembered. Then I wondered why there was lipstick on my curtains and walls... I decided to disregard it for a moment and headed to the bathroom.
What awaited me there was... a nightmare. Apparently there was more than one clown-faced person at the party. My first thought was 'Why is there lipstick on my eyebrows?!' followed by 'And why is there lipstick on my ears?! And arms?! And neck?!' I had twenty minutes before I had to go to school and those twenty minutes were spent in a frantic panic as I was trying to clean the lipstick off my face and body. There were still a few red spots on my arms when I left the apartment but I could pass it off as a rash if I needed to.I thought I had it bad with my red eyebrows and painted face but honestly, others had it much worse. Some had lipstick on their legs, shoulders and god knows where else. And the same girl who'd been making people look beautiful the previous night looked pretty crestfallen in the international center. When asked what was wrong she shouted in despair: 'Someone drew swastika on my leg with my very own lipstick!'. Yup, that was pretty bad alright.
Suffice it to say that everyone was a bit... uh... ashamed about what happened last night. The guy who broke my wall looked very, very sorry. And everybody else tried to hide the lipstick-marks on their bodies. But in the end it was all good. We had fun, went a bit wild but everyone survived and we had another fun story to talk about for months to come.
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