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hostel takeovers beat Frost Bites

i have had an alcoholic breakthrough.
wednesday night we got a ride to a backpackers
party thing at a bar, Frost Bites.
we rode with a couple of english girls and an irish
guy from our hostel.
pretty dead when we got there (of course it was barely nine).
but it wasn't bad as bars went.
one bar, a couple of dance floors, one huge one
sectioned off. a small upstairs with a shooting game
and a breath-a-lyzer machine.

behind the bar were 12 slushee machines churning away
at 12 mindnumbingly inebriating but yummily fruity concoctions.
i ordered a pint of VB to start (it's beer but not disgusting
if it's cold enough to freeze your taste buds.
or maybe it's just killing brain cells that recognize taste
- but this is a working/holiday not a discover-how-toxins-
slowly-destroy-your-body-quest-for-knowledge).

it took almost an hour to get that beer down.
the music wasn't garbage. i watch packs of Australian guys
slink in, quickly zoning on vulnerable/aesthetically challenged/
usually2together/girls/hyena.
(australian rednecks are the worst.)

i decided to get a slushee drink to wash away the beer taste.
a 'Head Rush'. vodka, passionfruit, something, something...
very summery feeling. i sipped at it slowly.
meanwhile, there was a promo going on a small stage and
some guy was throwing ping pong balls out to the crowd.
there were drink specials on it. i held my hand out
and caught a few. i can't remember if we got the
cowboy shots before i finished the slushee drink or not.
but we got one each. 3 quarters of vodka topped with kahlua.
similar to China Whites except China's use half a shot of malibu
(they're SUPPOSED to use MALIBU).
we semi start to mingle with people around us but
they're stupid. the english girls are young but nice.
they sip their slushee drinks and discuss the brats that
have currently invaded our hostel (a school group who's
habits include waking up at 5 a.m. and roaring up and down
hallways with elephantine grace.)
we laugh and say when we return to the hostel we'll stomp
through the halls just like they do.

The band comes on and plays covers of not sucky grunge bands.
the irish guy is going through his pints like a sieve.
his girlfriend back at the hostel head a headache and
didn't want to come out.
After 10 minutes of playing the band stops.
there is another promo and the guy onstage is giving away
bottles of a new drink called 'Tattoo'. (i have a fake
Tatoo of the drink 'Tattoo's' logo on my right hulking
bicep as i type this. i am looking over it right now
to see if i got the spelling right. two T's...i keep
forgetting). i walk up to the stage and get the last one.
i walk back to my table. hey, i already have one here!
and it's almost half finished! i barely remember that
Michael bought me one and it came with a glowstick
necklace.

i'm talking to the darkhaired english girl and she
misses her mom but her boyfriend is going on a holiday
to Spain for a few weeks and she doesn't like it.
my lips are starting to feel numb and when i speak.
i can feel the strain to articulate, to form my words
correctly.
The english girl does the pout face and shows
the bruise on her bottom lip. i originally
thought it was a lip ring mishap or a cold sore
souvegnir but i didn't want to ask.
'Me an' Abby were messin' abowt end oi lifted
her up to look owt tha window and thats when she
kicked me in thu foice'.
i blink and it takes a half second longer than it
normally does.

Gwen Stefani's 'Hollah Back' comes on. i dance with
Michael. or what can be passed off as dancing.
picture a girl trying to hang on to a guy for
support while swaying to the music.
picture a girl who's been wearing the same
t-shirt for 3 days.

i stumble up to the washroom to break the seal.
i haven't finished that second Tatoo but i am
totally smashola-ed.
at this point, my motor skills are starting to
suffer. but my stomach has remained unperturbed.
i must be tomato coloured by now.
i sneek a peak in the bathroom mirror.
holy crap! my face ISN'T RED AT ALL!!
what the hell?
my skin ALWAYS freaks out when i drink!
Wow!
i have gone up a step in alcohol tolerance!
i look (relatively) normal still!
no wonder they're still serving me drinks!
i can't wait to tell Michael the good news.
oh wait, he's in the bathroom stall too.
no wonder it felt crowded and i kept hearing my name.

more dancing and more dancing.
a couple of english guys have zoned in on the
english girls and they're chatting it up.
motre dancing. hungry though. go for pizza?
ask bouncers. go to Chapelli's for take-away
shoe-string fries. lost and found a hundred an'
fifty bucks. stand outside. it's drizzling.
it's so cold i can see my breath.

we're leaving soon.
people start to peter out.
it's hard to get everyone
in the cab in a timely fashion. Irish has smoked
a whole pack of fags at the bar and is looking
for a shop that's still open.
he is wandering down the street.

there is tension between Michael and a Stranger
(re: Aussie Redneck).
Michael runs out after Irish.
Aussie Redneck tells me he hates Michael and
he wants to know if i'm ok. this is funny.
he keeps speaking. i don't bother stifling a yawn.
more stupid remarks by more stupid, drunk people.
we pile into the cab finally.

somebody wants to go to McDonalds. no.
i'm not hungry anymore. i can't understand
accents anymore.

we get back to the hostel.
it's a little after 4am. weren't we going to
extract vengeance on those little bastards?
run through the top floor, feet stomping,
fists pounding doors. Wait until i'm more
than halfway back down the halls dirtbags.
i barely make it down the hall before doors
start opening.

Michael and i all the way outside.
it's still raining. we stand under it. my heart is beating in my face.

heading back to the lobby we are confronted
by a couple of sleepy teachers in pajamas.
'Did you see anyone outside?' they ask.
we look at each other. shrug. 'Nope'.
trudge upstairs.
can't remember passing out.

8:04 p.m. - Jul. 15, 2005

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