For now, I am going to skip over spring break because it is an intimidating topic to cover. I am just going to tell you about my epic weekend.
Since weekends here start on a Thursday, I’ll tell you about the end of semester party that my residencia threw. The residencia hosted a picnic by the river for whoever wanted to go. The United States girls did not want to go, so we told the residencia cooks to have meals for us in the Res. However, the weather was in-climate and so they moved the picnic into the cafeteria. It was very middle-school dance with everyone awkwardly standing around these large pans of meat in them. First of all, all the meat had bones in it, so you couldn’t make a sandwich out of it. To add class, the beverage choices were water and sangria.
So later was the end of year dinner. Andrea are heading downstairs in the elevator in our t-shirts and jeans and a boy gets in in a suit and I say “Que elegante!” When we reached the bottom floor, the elevator opened to several people standing around in their suits and dresses. Without even getting off the elevator, Andrea and I pressed the button to go back upstairs. I came up and threw on a dress, tights and flip-flops and later, my Spanish friend Simone made fun of me for being informal and wearing flip-flops. FML. Then, we had an after party at this bar, “Fresas,” and I brought my intercambio friend Monica. She got along well with the people in my residencia and with my US friends. It was a good time. It gave me an excuse to wear the cocktail dress I brought and I felt like I got to celebrate Kappa Formal in my own special way.
SO, Let’s talk about Pub Golf:
Okay, that is 1) My tribute to Sam, who leaves tomorrow and 2) My favorite pictures of the night.
How Pub Golf goes:
-There are 9 holes so there are 9 locations (I am going to write down the bars so that I can remember this after I go home)
-Each team has 9 players and they are paired up based on drinking ability. You are always competing soley against your partner.
-Each bar has a specific drink and each drink has a par (chugs are strokes).
-Argyle is a must.
The Holes, Drinks and Pars:
1. O’Hara’s – 1 beer – Par 1
2. St. Patrick’s Museum – 1 beer – Par 1
3. Holy Cross – 1 beer – Par 1
4. Irish Rover – cider – Par 2
5. Wine Bar – cup of wine – Par 2
6. Jacko’s – 1ltr of a mix drink – Par 3
7. Chupeteria – shot of absinthe – Par 1
8. Gatsby – 2 mixed drinks – Par 2
9. Camelot – sangria – Par 1
Rules:
-3rd and 7th holes are “water hazards” (no peeing), it is a one stroke penalty
-vomiting is a 1 stroke penalty
-In case of a tie, the tie breaker is that the team that threw up less is the team that wins
How the night went:
So, everyone downed every single drink in one chug. That’s right, all 18 boys finished their 1ltr mixed drink at Jacko’s in one chug. Impressive. Oh, and it was America vs. Europe:
So, one of the Europeans, Ali, threw up on the 4th hole, so that put America in the lead by one stroke (because when both you and your partner finish the drink in the same number of strokes, that counts as half a stroke each. If you finish your drink in more strokes than your partner [no matter how many more strokes] you get one stroke and they get none). So, America was up by one and then one of the members was drinking water between holes and so the Europeans counted that as a stroke. So then the Americans, being inherently competitive, got really upset because they thought the Europeans were just making stuff up, and then the Europeans felt bad and were all like “Guys, this is just about being together and having a fun night together, if it means that much to you, we forfeit and want to keep drinking.” To which, the Americans felt bad and stopped being upset. But then, Zain, one of the “Americans” (totally doesn’t have American citizenship but, whatever) couldn’t get into the 9th hole and his partner was the kid who had thrown up earlier. The best irony was when Ali was like, (imagine this in a British accent) “Whatever, if I’m the one that’s sober enough to get in, Game. Set. Match. One stroke against him. End of story.” Anyway, when my friend Courtney asked the American team coach this morning who won he said that it didn’t matter and he didn’t really know.
I hope most of that made sense.
And as for today, Courtney and I went to St. Patrick’s Museum to watch the Madrid vs. Barcelona game. As Ian Stewart said earlier, Madrid got spanked by Barca (2-6). I was upset but I’ll live.
I hope that was a good update.
Very truly yours,
Virginia
