Story #3 - "No worries my friends, I have more in the back!"
It was our second day in Europe. We were in Paris. Alex, Danny, and I had spent our hours in the sunlight visiting the Louvre museum, exploring the Notre Dame Cathedral, climbing her bell towers. We had stood atop the cannons at the Hôtel des Invalides, taken the elevator to the top floor of the Eiffel Tower. Our day was more than successful, and now, we were feeling like kings. We left our hostel late at night on our way to Le Batofar, a night club hosted on a massive red boat.
We looked for a good hour, yet we couldn't find it anywhere. Down, but not out, we grabbed a bottle of wine and headed towards the river. We passed massive groups of kids slightly older than me, playing music, enjoying drinks, dancing, I was feeling it all.
When we arrived back at the hostel, now well after midnight, we had picked up another bottle, and began playing cards. I was downing that wine. I had never used wine to get drunk before, and now I wasn't really holding back. We were laughing so hard at everything, but what did we care? No one was around to bother us! Then the French guy running the hostel approached us. I don't know if it was wine, but he was clearly on something.
"Eyyyy ow're you guys doin'? You like Pari'?" He introduced himself as Kais,
"My name....it is on my...uhh hat. Kais! See? Kais! It is right here.."
Feeling nice and confident we asked him where the best place to get girls was in this city. So he walked us over to front desk and broke out a map.
"Wellll right about hyere they are very nice, this section is good too. Here is the best deal, 100 euro, full package." I was rolling in laughter.
We finally ran out of wine and I was expecting that soon our little night of fun would come to an end, but Kais seemed to have a solution...
"No, no, wait here.... I have more." He stumbled off into some back room and was gone for a good fifteen minutes. We waited, continuing to make completely dumb jokes which were probably never funny to begin with. He appeared with 3 more bottles of wine. We went to town.
Everything after that gets slightly fuzzy. I remember going to bed and feeling fine but apparently I wasn't that fine haha. We were staying in bunk beds, I was on the top bunk, Alex was on the bottom. The next morning I woke up spinning and dizzy. There was all this...purple crap everywhere. I was struggling to understand the feeling I felt, but it was as if the sheets were....damp. I started freaking out! I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, I began washing my hands and noticed more of this textured purple crap all over my arm, I starting rubbing it, trying to get it off, when I finally got my first glance of myself in the mirror, it was all over my face... The struggle to comprehend what was happening, that is what I remember the most. Oh and this picture.
Again. Don't judge, it was an awesome night if only because it was such a weird and interesting experience. Apparently at some point in the night I had started, um, fighting the alcohol by alternative means? Alex was freaking out because he thought it was going to run off my bed and drip down onto his! He was asking me to go into the bathroom, but I couldn't. Now, keep in mind, I had no memory of any of this. The next morning I rolled all my sheets into a ball around my pillow and placed it by the door. What else was I supposed to do! We went to Versailles, and all day I was so scared that I was going to get kicked out of the hostel for messing up the bed, but everything worked out alright!
Moral of the story: I'm not French, therefore, I must respect the wine!
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