To Middle! To Tits! To Balls!
Parties have never gotten as crazy as this in my quad.
The two girls are moving out very early tomorrow morning, so last night, we threw a huge bash for them last night. The roommates and some of our neighbors first went out to a pub, but I elected to stay behind and finish up my last accounting assignment of the term due today. Well done, Procrastinating Me. Hopefully, I could be done by the time they come back for the real party to begin.
They came back before I could finish it, and oddly enough, my German roommate walks up to me and gives me a hug and a kiss in the cheek, in that affectionate, non-homosexual way that Europeans do. Well, nice to see you, too. That's a sure sign that they've done a lot of pre-drinking for the party that is about to ensue.
I could just give you the first and the last photo of the unfolding events, and label them "before" and "after" respectively, but it is more fun to see the gradual decline from vertical and decently buzzed, to sprawling around on the floor. Earlier in the day, the girls bought some very special (and very potent) exotic liquor, one was some raspberry-flavored vodka, and the other was a bottle of Alizé, which is a delicious mix of passionfruit juice and cognac. The latter tasted so good that, if they were pretty drunk coming in, then this stuff really hammered the nail into the coffin of sobriety.
Then, my German roommate decided to spice up the party by trying to teach us a German drinking song. I used the word "trying" because it took him quite a lot of effort to do it through broken and slurred speech. Anything German, or European, for that matter, may seem weird to us and this song is no exception, but it turned out to be really fun.
What follows is his translation of the song. It's a song where you have to perform the gestures being sung, so it's just like kindergarten, except it involves less alcohol:
The two girls are moving out very early tomorrow morning, so last night, we threw a huge bash for them last night. The roommates and some of our neighbors first went out to a pub, but I elected to stay behind and finish up my last accounting assignment of the term due today. Well done, Procrastinating Me. Hopefully, I could be done by the time they come back for the real party to begin.
They came back before I could finish it, and oddly enough, my German roommate walks up to me and gives me a hug and a kiss in the cheek, in that affectionate, non-homosexual way that Europeans do. Well, nice to see you, too. That's a sure sign that they've done a lot of pre-drinking for the party that is about to ensue.
I could just give you the first and the last photo of the unfolding events, and label them "before" and "after" respectively, but it is more fun to see the gradual decline from vertical and decently buzzed, to sprawling around on the floor. Earlier in the day, the girls bought some very special (and very potent) exotic liquor, one was some raspberry-flavored vodka, and the other was a bottle of Alizé, which is a delicious mix of passionfruit juice and cognac. The latter tasted so good that, if they were pretty drunk coming in, then this stuff really hammered the nail into the coffin of sobriety.
Then, my German roommate decided to spice up the party by trying to teach us a German drinking song. I used the word "trying" because it took him quite a lot of effort to do it through broken and slurred speech. Anything German, or European, for that matter, may seem weird to us and this song is no exception, but it turned out to be really fun.
What follows is his translation of the song. It's a song where you have to perform the gestures being sung, so it's just like kindergarten, except it involves less alcohol:
- Hand on the table, hand on the table
Oolalee oomp sasa
Hand on the table, hand on the table
Oolalee ooh
Hand on the table, hand on the table
Oolalee oomp sasa
Hand on the table, hand on the table
Oolalee ooh
To middle!
(everyone raises glasses together to the middle of table)
To tits!
(raise glass to your breast)
To balls!
(lower glass to your crotch)
To the German Air Force!
(everyone returns their glasses together in the middle)
Oooooooh!
Don't be afraid! Hallelujah!
Oooooooh!
(everyone drinks) - Hands on the table...
- Foot on the chair...
- Feet on the chair...
- Lift up the table...
- Put down the table...
Then, you basically work your way backwards from there. Since you have to drink a glass each verse, you should give yourself a pat on the back for being able to survive the entire song...if you're still coordinated enough to find your back. This would've bene manageable if we drank beer, but with the mixed drinks we had, we were just staggering around the apartment, until we all ended up passing out on my Chinese roommate's bed. No, there was no sexual activity, you perv.
Oh, and I managed to sober up just enough to get my assignment done.
posted by Cosmic Ocean at 5:32 PM
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