September 22nd

Oh man, well that definitely was some party. Good points are no one was sick, everyone enjoyed themselves, and no cops were called. I'll hit the rougher points further on, for now let's start with the morning/afternoon. At around 11am, I was taking a shower when my doorbell, yes our dorm is equipped with doorbells but no toilet seats, scared the crap out of me. I shouted that I was in the shower, but knew that no one had heard me. So I did one of the most painful first-world things, I left my hot shower to answer the door. Kate was standing there and was a bit shocked to see me drenched in a towel with a sideways smile on my face. She told me that she and Paula were going to Les Docks, to which I responded that I would them there in an hour. I then returned to my lovely warm waterfall to wash the remaining suds from my hair. An hour later I did in fact meet them at Les Docks, after updating my blog of course. We then marched to the grocery store and began to stock our inventory with college party goods. First, chips and lots of them. We grabbed some plain Lays and knock-off Ruffles, as well as some Bugles. We tried to find some Cheetos, but of course couldn't since France refuses to house anything that requires a fake cheese substitute, and settled on a bag of white cheese poofs. They were awful, never buy them unless you actually want a puffy little poof to taste like real cheese. We ran into Demetrius there, which was funny since he was also buying things to for the party. It was nice to see him early since we hadn't seen him in over a week. The international kids stick together, which makes for good friendships. Anyways after the chips we stopped by the wine department for a few cheap boxes. Turns out, in France, that boxed wine is a delicacy. It was more expensive than almost every bottle there. Paula and I couldn't believe it. Kate picked up some cheap bottles and we left the 10 euro boxes to rot where they sat under their overpriced tags. It was then time for the soda isle. I grabbed some 7-Up for the party, and a 1.5 liter of Vanilla Coke for myself. Finally, we moved onto the beer. They had some mini kegs, since it was American themed, we picked out a little 1664 keg. It really is a baby keg, no pump just a tap, especially since I was able to carry it home. Paula and Kate picked out their beer, while I grabbed a cheap 6-pack and one bottle of Duff lager. The Duff was mine, and happened to be delicious. As a Simpsons' fan I simply could not resist. We then grabbed a few plastic cups, very small weak cups, and a table cloth. In hindsight we realize that we should have bought a plastic table cloth, but well, we didn't. After purchasing everything and dragging it home, we all made ourselves ready for the party. Hair, make-up, table set-up, food, and music was put into place. The party did not officially start until 10pm, but many people surprisingly showed up early around 9:30pm. Oh well, it was a good start. And middle. It's more around the end that bad luck began to happen. My friend Cristina, a lovely Italian girl, needed to use the bathroom. I told her that she could use the one in my room. I am such an idiot. I unlocked the door, showed her to the bathroom, and while I was waiting for her noticed my bottle of hard cider on the table. I had been saving that bottle for a good occasion since I really enjoy cider. I am such an idiot. In my party state I thought that cider was a perfect touch to my night and opened the bottle by twisting the metal seal off the cork. The cork then flew, rocket speed, into my ceiling with cider spraying everywhere. Again, I am a huge idiot. Half of the bottle had exploded all over my room. I thought it was hilarious. I began to start "cleaning" the mess by pressing paper towels all over my cider soaked floor. Cristina came out, said an "Oh my God", and assisted me in cleaning. The entire time I was laughing. I then, after determining that the sticky mess was now "clean" and after walking around my room which spread the mess further, that everything was a-ok. I grabbed my half bottle of cider and left my room with a shocked Cristina. The rest of the party was spent at a local club where everyone was having a good time dancing. Paula and I decided that at 3:30 am it was time to go home. Perfect timing too. Kate was ready to leave as well and we ran into her on the way out. We all somewhat walked/scurried home in the early morning only to discover a hallway soaked from floor to wall in alcohol as well as a dripping paper table cloth that was plastered to our “homemade" dresser table. I opted to clean in the morning while Kate and Paula tried to fix a bit of the mess. As I walked into my room I remembered that my floor was sticky with cider, after I had walked through it barefoot. The morning is going to be fun.