Music Banter - Your Day

I just got back from a weekend in siem reap. i dont think i've had such a crazy drunken ****show weekend since....I cant actually remember. I went out there with 7 other of the volunteers working out here, all very good people. Friday night started with dinner. Dinner got much more interesting when we saw the buy 2 get one free ****tail happy hour special. it got more interesting after the lst ****tail convinced me that getting up at 4:30 in the morning to see the sunrise at angkor wat with 3 of the others wasnt going to be as much fun as getting hammered with the rest of the crew. We started off at a bar called "angkor what?". the place was covered with graffiti all over the walls, and soon enough we all got markers from the bar and were signing our names. i wrote "go flames go", then realized somone else a few years ago had written that same phrase. (suck on THAT lespauls, no canucks shoutouts in cambodia for you ;) ) anyways, shortly thereafter, we discovered the communal buckets. The buckets are just that, a large plastic bucket, with eight straws, filled with half a bottle of whiskey, one can of red bull, and one bottle of coke. they tasted disgustingly bad at first, but after a few, they started to taste like candy. the rest of the night was spent being rowdy and stupid, and breaking the light over top the pool table. then we left, the three who were getting up for the sunrise went back to the guesthouse, and the guys decided they wanted to go to a club. we then headed to "zone one" crazy crowded club, and we were the only white people there. nothing too interesting, crazy cambodian man kept grabbing my ass, so the guys had to keep blocking him from me and i had to elbow him in the chest in the end. we migrated to another bar, a drunk guy bought me and another guy a pitcher of beer because his father had just lost $5 million dollars for their company. he was escorted out by the police shortly after we got our pitcher. took a few pictures of one of the guys dancing with a group of hookers, went to rescue him an hour or so later, and grabbed a tuk tuk back home. The next night was one of the girl's 20th birthday. we started with mexican food, then went back to angkor what (the graffiti bar). I wanted to write a happy birthday message on the wall, but soon realized that the only available space was too high to reach, even by standing on a stool. I went to the bar to ask for a ladder; they said they didnt have one, but I could use anything in the bar i wanted to reach a spot on the wall to draw. that sounded like a challenge! next thing i new, I was on a bar stool. two legs of the bar stool were standing on the back of a bench (the highest surface in the bar) and the other two were being held up by two very drunk guys. maybe not the brightest idea, but hey, i claimed the highest up message in all the bar, success! the night deteriorated into more buckets, writing on the pool table with a marker, apparently a no no, writing on the ceiling of the bar, and finally, being yelled at by the bar tender after two guys hoisted another guy up onto the second floor balcony, (and in the proccess lifting his head straight into the ceiling fan) which was DEFINITELY closed to the public, and apparently a bit of a liability considering the number of buckets already consumed. having done enough damage to that bar, we migrated back to the last bar we went to the night before. Since i was now not the only girl in the group, dancing was quite a bit more fun. the three of us decided to see how many hookers we could piss off by grabbing random guys away from them on the dance floor and around the bar. we were not popular at all with the hookers. we left in quite a hurry around one thirty, after calling one of the group, and hearing that he was throwing up in a random gutter after going on a quest for porridge. apparently, he left the bar to find porridge, got himself a tuk tuk, got to a restaurant, decided his stomach couldnt handle porridge, and the next he remembers, he was walking down the street, and saw that a gutter looked quite comfortable. a police officer saw him lying in the gutter, and attempted to get him up, but soon realized it was a lost cause and left him there. his next memory was being thrown into a tuk tuk by about 10 khmer guys, and somehow ending up at the guesthouse, where his driver followed him to his room, to make sure he didnt die on the way. he was passed out in bed by the time we finally managed to leave the bar. the german guy in our group took it uppon himself to try and convince the hookers that they could do better for themselves in their work, and that they should look for other employment, as being a hooker doesnt earn them enough money. he left when he realized that they just wanted to screw him, and couldnt understand his moral speech. also he ran out of money and couldnt buy more buckets.

in conclusion, a mix of 3/4 whiskey, and 1/4 red bull and coke served out of a bucket does amazing things.