Part of the hotel/palace is basically a mall which has a club / 4 lane bowling alley on of the floors. The lanes were REALLY short perhaps half "normal" length. This contributed to my eventual victory even after drinking 4 fairly large mugs of beer. I started strong with a strike and then steadily did worse as the fact that I had not eaten dinner and was downing beer like a champ. Someone got close to me near the end so I had to pull it together and focus. I even did the between the leg bowling thing that Patrick taught me (basically approach the lane as normal but then twist your arm around to bowl between your legs at the last second) which earned me at least a dozen cool points even though I didn't come close to hitting the 1 remaining pin.Despite the fact that this bowling alley contained a bar, the nearest bathroom was really far away in the mall. Due to the fact that my foot is still killing me from injuring it on monday this was really annoying, even with liquid painkillers pumping through me. Luckily the helpful security guard wouldn't let me leave wearing my fucking bowling shoes even after I unsucessfully argued with him for several minutes. The point that my shit adidas shoes were worth approximately 20x more than the shitty bowling shoes that were probably made in 1920 had absoloutely no affect. I should have faked not being able to understand English (which would have been highly ironic) and just went anyway. The cool thing about walking to the distant bathroom was they had a sweet fountain in a courtyard with rose petals almost completely covering the surface. Wherever they grow those roses they do a damn good job because they were as perfect red as it gets. The temptation to jump in was fairly strong but I managed to resist.
They eventually served dinner at about 9pm, which is about a standard eating time here which was very good and I continued to down beers and talk to one of the Austrailian trainers and her boyfriend Mark. One of the other guys Nikhil was pretty drunk (which he freely admitted) and started talking to us about all kinds of funny things including weed, whats wrong with America, and Obama. One of the girls Priyanka had some sort of drink which she convinced me to try which was delicious. I asked her what was in it and she said something I couldn't even begin to pronounce so I again asked what was in it, ignorantly thinking that was the name of the drink. She laughed and told me there was no alchohol in it (girls don't drink much here) which I already knew due to my highly trained tastebuds being able to detect any trace of the sweet nectar that is ethanol. I told her I knew that and again asked what was IN the drink. At this point she decided I was a fucking moron (which was correct) and said the unpronouncable word again. It then dawned on me that this word could be a fruit that I had never heard of, which turned out to be correct. She probably assumed I was shitfaced and dumb (only the second being true), oh well. If only I could figure out what the hell she said so I could seek the drink out again, and then place some flavored rum into it which would be pretty much divine.
Eventually things began to wind down and we decided to start heading home. Before we left my friend Kaushik, who gets very insistent when he's had a few, informed me that before we left we needed to finish the beer that some foolish person had left in a pitcher in the other room. At this point I'm pretty sure I was winning the race or at least near the front of beer mug downing so I was not too interested. Especially since I knew I needed to be at class the next morning at 8:30am. He interperted my no I'm good as: Sure I'll drink more beer just find me a glass! and proceeded to drag me over there. There were about three other guys with me but for some reason they were not targeted for this shameless hazing (this could be due to my claims that I could drink him under the table which I still believe is true). Not wanting to be rude and waste this effort I proceeded to down another half a beer which satisfied him apparently and we then proceeded to stumble back home. I'm glad I had all that liquor in me because my leg was killing me by the time we got back, I don't even want to imagine it unmedicated. The first session this morning was fairly rough but at least I wasn't too hung over just tired. I feel weakness setting in as my college training starts to slip away, I just can't keep up that kind of pace anymore because I don't even feel that excited about the proposed drinking tonight.
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