DRUNKS OF THE WEEK
Rik at Second Story Julie and the girls (Stephanie and Lisa) This week witnessed so many drunks that I had to make a really thorough selection. Although the pictures shown above tend to be significant enough, the best is still to come... on TV!!! Starring the Magnificent Three, ie the Catalan clan - Marcus, Xavi and Carlos. But let me start the story from the beginning...
The Game
It all began with a "quinito" (?) whatever drinking game that took place at Didi's. Among numerous people, the participants included Lucia, Eva, Rik, Didi, the Catalan Clan and me as a special events reporter of course - otherwise why the heck should I mingle with those heavy folks? Anyway, each player is basically supposed to throw two dice in turn according to certain rules and get a higher score than the previous player. Since the dice remain in a glass, everyone can lie and announce a score that has nothing to do with reality. When caught, the liar - or the loser - has to drink a full glass of the worst substance that exists on Earth: Budweiser beer. The game witnessed really poor tricks like Carlos': after he threw the dice, he would thoughtfully look up for a while and announce a very high score so that people would tend to think he just made up the whole thing. But I mean, have you ever seen Carlos act? Well, if you've seen Jim Carrey, you've seen Carlos. Both overact. It was therefore obvious that Carlos was actually telling the truth but hoping that the next player would think he lied. And you know what? It actually worked! Of course, the next player was Lucia, and that's why... Why? Well, "because!" (check the Who's Who).
The Latin Party III and other details...
Then we all headed for the Latin Party. At least, most of us. Adam, Sumeet and I prefered to experience a new critical concept: First Out Last In. As we headed indeed for Adam's car, we found out that there was no car anymore... It had been actually towed a while ago. So the three of us called a cab that eventually showed up one hour and twenty minutes later. No problem however, our spirits were high, especially thanks to Yvonne who kept us company while we were waiting until the cab came. She directly headed afterwards for her room - it's more fun: "I'm simple, I'm easy, and I'm going to bed!" she said before she left.
1:30am. We finally made it to Second Story. As usual, Latin music, Latin dance, Latin people mostly... and a whimsical crowd going to and fro from Second Story to Bullwinkle's.
3am. I take off with Sumeet, Adam and his most friendly neighbour, Susan. We stop at Taco Bell because it's the only way to keep Adam from repeating he's starving. The line is like 25 feet long. After a while, we finally order our meals. As I pay the cashier, Didi's gang - Lucia, Eva, Rik, Didi and of course the Catalan Clan - turn up and directly make for the head of the line where I happen to be. A general outcry suddenly bursts. No orders can be taken anymore, the restaurant has turned into a real arena. Wasted as he was, Marcus defies the crowd - in the meantime, we head for the exit - and responds in Catalan. The crowd thinks he's speaking Greek - poor crowd, that's all Greek to them anyway (hahahaha). A few minutes later, the police come... but I'm already far...
Back for good?
3:45pm. I'm standing in the corridor of my floor, checking my e-mails. I can all of a sudden hear a hubbub through the elevator shaft that strangely sounds familiar to me. The Catalan Clan is back! I say to myself: it might well be fun to shoot those people with my camcorder. Yes, again, I felt I had to go for information's sake! So I go to Xavi's room. There I meet Rik, Eduardo and... the Catalan Clan of course! Totally wasted... and actually talking to my voice-mail. At some point, they try to grab my camcorder then suddenly remember I practice karate. They decide to fight! I end up grabing some deodorant and shaving foam sprays as self-defence weapons. Since they wouldn't change their minds, I execute my contingency plan. It finally turns very messy and doesn't really help our Catalan fellows to see clearer. After a few chases and fights, I lastly make it to my room. It's 6am... BUT I have a great promising movie in my hands...
So now, I can answer the questions about drunkness. My definition - blackout + hangover - was kind of extreme. But Tleytmas' - goofy attitudes - wasn't strong enough. Well, the truth is somewhere between those two conceptions, that is to say in Catalona.
The Who's Who Review
Thanks again to all participants. Here are a few samples of the feedback I got:
"Oh my God... Really like my picture..." (Tuula)
"PLEASE change the part about me breaking hearts - it will give people the wrong impression. Talk about how I like the Art of War or something but NOT that !" (JC)
"I'm the number one fan of George C. (and Ville A.---my boyfriend) not Peeeeeeeeeivi and I prefer to drink beer instead of Bacardi, but we all know what American beer tastes like!!!" (Kati)
"You have ruined my social existence , my life and image, my trust and faith!" (Yvonne)
© BQT - November 1997
