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my birthday was supposed to be something of an unparallelled pissup. it came close, i can tell you. seeing as i always used to be dragged off to some foreign country for a couple of weeks when iwas younger, i never actually got to have a proper birthday. this year, with a brand spanking new agilent wage packet, and a thirst for fun, i decided it would be the perfect opportunity for a monster partee inspired by a smiliar event two weeks earlier, i bought ten crates of beer and a crate of smirnoff, amongst other things. barbecue food, mixers, all kinds of little bottles of spirits, and the now infamous water melon the evening started well, with me and stewart tranter finishing off a pack of mini-liquors around two hours before anyone turned up. we were sunning ourselves on the terrace, where the party was going to be held. more people turned up, most of them i'd met before, some that i hadn't soon the heavy drinking had started and before long tim was down and out. sick out of the fourth floor window. not long after, the drinking had cranked up a notch, the barbecue was well under way and everyone was having a great time. singing, guitar playing, drinking games involving scisors!? - the usual. not long after ten pm, the hausmeister gave us a visit and told us to be quiet. we couldn't be bothered, and he buggered off literally minutes after the hausmeister left, uttering threats to call the police, the police turned up. i was fairly well baked by this point, so i offered them a bottle of smirnoff, and asked them to politely leave they didn't they asked who was in charge however, and because only heather and myself could speak any german, i told them it was me they told us to shut the hell up, and left so we did, for at least ten minutes. water melon was passed out, and so the fighting begun. large hunks of fleshy melon were catapulted across the terrace, and people started complaining that it was in their hairrrrr!!!?!??!? . . . nothing a little vodka and orange won't wash out, eh? the police made a return visit to inform us that if they came back, then everyone would be locked up and/or deported. i tried to explain that it was my birthday and we were english abroad, but could hardly hear myself above the noise that the crowd were making behind me! all last years praktikants had left the scene by now, of course, and nobody had touched the wodka-jellies yet. very disappointing. the barbecue was still going, and beer was still being drunk, so it was all ok. midnight came, and the boys had prepared me a 'special' cocktail, the ingredients being half a pint of vodka, and a little orange juice. for color needless to say i took one sip and donated it to the next round of drinking games distressingly all the tiny bottles of plum flavoured vodka had been drunk. mainly by kerri so most people wandered off with their souvenier half-crates of becks.... grrrr... at about 2am - having endured several hours of people being all over other people like cheap suits, smiler complaining of fuckers pissing all over his floor and burning corn on the barbeques, i went to bed. leaving far too many things on the balcony to get robbed. grrrr... some people have no conscience a proper cool night which has yet to be beaten. |