The Showdown! (and a little introduction)

Well I was meant to write a blog for my 'personal development' over first year but failing that i should write one which will be fun to write about, and hopefully fun to read. I hope to give a good enough account of my summer that so far is set to involve 3 festivals (hopefully 4), a return to Scotland with the '06 crew + 2 more and of course the summer term at the end of my first year in my second home of B'town. To anyone who read my blog about my experiences travelling, I aim to make this one more grammatically correct and readable! I might even use the spellcheck that Blogger offers but, you know one step at a time.


ANYWAY.


The showdown was what made me want to write about my summer anyway, i had such a good time reflecting on it the morning afterwards that i thought it a good starting point. It was also officially the last day of us as a seminar group together as we had just shot our studio day which, i feel, as a result of all the work we put into it, was excellent.

We met first at Sam's flat for the pre-drinking, and lots of drinking games were started, a lot of them were universally know others new to some people but it was fun all the same. Watching Manjay repeatedly fail at Arrogance in an attempt to screw over Dan was particularly funny. A brief mention/warning must go to the Castlemain XXXX that i was drinking, dont by this stuff no matter how cheap it is, it is canned piss! Eventually, as always happens, it ended with ring of fire, and with the dare card, brought some interesting occurrences. The first one was drawn by Sam, and as he was thinking of one, I drew my card which was also a dare. It was here that the showdown got underway because me, being from E1 and Sam, from E2 decided to make the dares go to someone from the other production group. As Sam was first he dared George to strip down to his boxers and go to every flat on floors 6 and 7 on the South Block of Cranbourne, knock on the door and go cooey! to the person he answered the door. George was against the idea of this and Sam overhearing me say 'if it was me i would happily do it' changed the recipient of the dare to me.

There i go stripping in another person's corridor, off i go to floor 6 followed by almost the whole of group E, Alex Gardiner, he was there for some reason, Sam's flatmates, Sam's flatmates' friends, oh yeh and the video camera that we were filming the whole night with, luckily no-one on floor 6 answers but everyone on floor 7 does with an air of surprise, and mild confusion, followed by giggles from the group of 20 or so behind me. I got back to find all my clothes had been taken outside and i almost fell into the trap of being led the wrong way and raped... err... i mean locked out.

Because Sam said he would do anything bar nudity, his dare was to go out to the street and kiss the first person he saw on the lips, yes readers, ON THE LIPS. Funnily enough the first person he saw was a fat 50 something cab driver, but unfortunately, instead of just running over, kissing him and running off whilst the cab driver took a swing at him, he asked first, to which the cabbie replied 'no'. The next person he saw happened to be my flatmate, future housemate and one of my best mates, Josh, who thought Sam was coming over to him to reintroduce himself after i had introduced the two two days previous on St Paddys... how wrong he was.

Anyway, it was at about this time that we decide it was time to go, there was a big queue for the toilet, it was also at bout this time that we realised how drunk Laura was as she wanted to go to the toilet in her flat, in the central block, on the 10th floor. We met James, our coursemate, Laura's flatmate, who decided to come with us to Bar:ME. George bailed at this point, cos he had to do his essay - lightweight. On the way there Laura asked me for a piggyback, she told me how she had a hole in her tights, which i responded to by saying 'haha now everyone can see your vag' to which was followed by a torrent of sexual filth on her behalf which shall not be repeated on this post. The title of 'Kinky' shall now be withdrawn from Emma and given to Laura, although Emma retains the title 'Promiscuous'. A bit of embarrassing dancing and limboing on Dan's behalf as well as some cheap WKDs from Debbie behind the bar, one of which i strawpedo'd with Manjay (why do people do this, its like swallowing glass?!?) we headed to Toko for the dance off.

Now, the dance offs i've had in my time have been fun and mostly spontaneous, sometimes violent (some people may remember when that bald guy grabbed me by the throat in 93 feet east because I out-crumped him) but this one was a bit of a shambles if i'm honest, mainly due to disrespect to the turn taking aspect, and general lack of manners shown by both sides. Dan's inpropotionality and err, extravagant dancing moves almost got kicked out, i think he was a bit drunk because one push by Adrian i think it was sent him sprawling into the bouncers feet. At this point we moved into the middle of the dancefloor and just had a good old fashioned sing along, dance along, aided presence of the camera still there, documenting our night, can't wait to see the footage when its all pieced together by Sam over the Easter hols. Eventually Liam suggested the beach, and me being an awfully sweaty betty, jumped on the idea. When we left the club, Adrian, Caitlin and Manjay shared a cab home, and the remaining four, me, Sam, Emma and Liam headed to the beach.

This was the first time i had ended up on the beach after a night out, which i personally find ridiculous as i live 5 minutes from it and all the clubs in town are also only 5 minutes from it. Anyway it turned out to be a fucking wicked place to go, we even found a aerobee which didnt last long as i tried to demonstrate a hammer and subsequently through it into the sea, turns out you can't hammer aerobees.

I have to say it was a interesting night. It turns out that these guys that I have been going to seminars, studio days, lectures and workshops with I still dont know as well as i should and that goes for most of my other coursemates as well. But i guess that is all part of the uni experience, and hopefully the end of group E won't be the end of our friendships.


...my gosh that was a gay ending.