UberLiars- New Year's Eve, 2007 (412 hits)
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Submitted by ripple (View user info) at 2007-10-22 08:47:09 EDT
Which is true?
1.
I wasn't expecting too much from New Year's this year. Even though I was in Spain, and should have been partying like no other, I was on vacation with my host parents, Felix and Rosa, and Rosa's extended family. We went to La Covatilla, a tiny ski slope in Béjar, for three days and stayed in a huge house in a run-down pueblo. I love to ski; however, once we arrived at the 'mountain' on December 31, I knew I wouldn't be skiing: there was no snow. I don't mean 'no snow' like they do in Utah or Colorado . . . I mean literally NO SNOW. The chairlift wasn't even open; the only two short runs were accessed by a rope pull. I wasn't going to spend the money on running my skis into the dirt, so I sat at a park bench with Rosa's nephew, Alex. Alex was a year older than me, handsome, and funny. He was a racist, an idiot, and a general derelict. He, too, refused to ski.
All day, we both sat at the benches. We didn't so much as make eye contact, since we had developed a vague, mutual dislike back in October. I wore down my I-pod battery; he listened to audible techno on his tiny MP3. I texted various friends; he appeared to do the same. I chain-smoked Marlboro Reds; he made faces at the smoke. By the time we arrived back at our rented house, I was in a shitty mood. Compounding my irritation was the fact that I had no privacy; I was sharing a single room on the top floor with my host parents and sister. I lay in bed reading once we got home.
Felix, Rosa, and Rosa's brother-in-law were lounging around on the other bed. "I'm booored," Rosa whined like a little girl. Jose said something about a joint. I put down my book and looked at them, surprised and amused. Rosa turned to Felix and encouraged him to smoke, citing me as another reason.
"Look at her . . . poor girl, didn't do anything all day. Come on, man."
I was recruited to lock the door and roll a joint. We could hear the three kids, age range four-ten, playing on the floor below. We lit up and passed it around, ashing into an empty soda can. By the time we had fnished half a joint, one of Rosa's neices knocked at the door. We didn't let her in.
"Felix is pooping . . . it smells really bad . . . don't come in!" Rosa yelled, while Jose, Felix and I finished off the joint and opened the windows. By this time, all three little girls as well as Rosa's sister were yelling outside our door. Rosa's sister walked in, sniffed, and yelled at us; Carlota, my four-year-old host sister started acting funny as soon as she walked in and took off all her clothes. Felix laughed so hard he couldn't stand up and blamed Carlota's behavior on the room's atmosphere. The night was looking up.
After dinner, it was almost midnight and we toasted with aguardiente (herb 'firewater') and rum. Rosa mixed me and Alex drinks and we downed them when the TV told us it was time. Felix set up a stereo with some techno and pretended to DJ. We pointed the flashlights on the ends of our lighters around and yelled 'TEMAZO' every time a good song came on. Eventually, Rosa and I went off and smoked another joint. I put a third in my cigarette box and went back downstairs. We all laughed and danced and lit up that last joint in front of the children. When 10-year-old Barbara asked Rosa what it was, Rosa took a lazy hit and replied 'rolling tobacco.'
Alex was sending and receiving texts every few minutes. He showed one to Felix. I glanced at the screen. It was a racist joke in particularly bad taste, but I couldn't get irritated. I lit a cigarette and blew smoke out the open window. Rosa stood behind me and rested her elbow on my shoulder. She pointed at the light over the terra-cotta roof tiles and shook her head, deftly pulling my cigarette box out of my sweatshirt pocket. "Did you have a good night?" she asked, exhaling through the nose.
"Absolutely," I replied. She hugged me with one arm and kissed my forehead. I looked at her and grinned.
"Happy New Year."
2.
I had never really enjoyed New Year's, but I had high hopes this year. I mean, the banal, weekend party in Spain blew away any fest in the States. I couldn't imagine that New Year's would be different.
The night started off badly enough. Carmen and Jesus, my host parents, didn't want me to go into Salamanca for New Year's. They said it was too crazy and too expensive. I pleaded with them, and finally they agreed, thought they cut my 3:00 AM curfew short to 1:30. Whatever... I wasn't going to complain. I spent about two hours getting ready, and by the time I was ready to meet my friends at the bus stop, I looked damn good: My hair was straight and my bangs pulled back, my makeup was impeccable, and I was wearing one of Rosa's miniskirts with black leggings and high-heeled, pointy boots. I made sure to get to the bus stop early because nothing would ruin my carefully crafted appearance like running pell-mell across the Cabrerizos's roundabout, trying to catch the last bus into Salamanca. My friends had apparently had the same idea; by 10:50, Coral, Diego, Javi, Laura and I were all sitting in the bus shelter, smoking and shivering and waiting.
Just before 11, the bus pulled into the Frontón stop. I paid my Euro and walked on; my friends followed suit. Coral told me that we would be meeting some other people from school in Plaza de España; she also mentioned excitedly that we would stay out until the morning busses started to run. Clearly, I needed to finesse the situation with Carmen. Once we got to Plaza de España, I gave my cell phone to my friend Espe. She called Carmen and told her that everyone was going to sleep at her house in Salamanca. This was a blatant lie; Espe was from a pueblo more than an hour away and lived in the dormitory next to the school. Carmen, however, believed her and gave me permission to come home whenever. We all grinned and debated where to start the night.
First, we went to Desperados. It is a tiny club in which 12 shots only cost 5Euros. We loaded up and danced a little, and then skipped back out into the cold, running to nearby Plaza Mayor to watch the fireworks. Groups of teens were having 'botellónes,' or outdoor drinking parties. We saw Tamara and Maria, some other friends from school, and shared their Kalimocho (red wine and Coca-Cola) as the crowd counted down. Laura and Javi kissed kissed at midnight, but the rest of us just hugged and laughed, toasting to a good 2007. As the mob in Plaza Mayor desintegrated, Diego declared that he was way too sober. Everyone else agreed with him, and we left Tamara and Maria and headed to Salamander Bar.
Salamander's is a popular site in Salamanca. Even though it's far away from the good discotequas, it's a great place to get wasted. The bar is warm and well-lit and filled with large, pine tables. They specialize in liters. You can buy a liter of kalimocho, vodka-Fanta, or house punch for 3Euros, and then hang out and play drinking games as long as you want. We bought four liters of vodka-Fanta for the seven of us and played weird Spanish drinking games. The only one I remember is called 'palito,' in which each person goes around saying palito once, twice, etc. People actually mess up pretty quickly, and soon our drinks were gone. It was 1:30, and we had to hurry to get to another bar, because a lot of places card between 2 and 4.
We ended up at Formula1, which was almost at capacity, but let us in anyway. Once inside, we threw our coats on top of the cigarette vendor and started to dance. Shortly, a flamenco song started to play, and I was thrown off by the syncopated rhythm my friends began clapping out. I stepped back and lit a cigarette, watching everyone move under the hazy blue lights. A familiar-looking guy approached me.
"You're an exchange student at Fernando de Rojas, right?" He asked. I told him I was. He introduced himself as Rafa. He was a year ahead of me, but knew some of my friends. We talked and danced for a little while, and then he asked me if I ever smoked hash. I told him I did, and he pulled out a typical Spanish joint (rolled around a cigarette filter, with a roll of cardboard replacing the cotton) from his cigarette box. We smoked it in the club, and Coral came over to join us. She told me we were going to head to a 16 and older club that was open until eight. I started to say good-bye to Rafa, but he asked Coral if he could join us. She agreed enthusiastically.
The club we went to was underground and full of smoke. The people inside were moving slowly and smoking hash, dancing out of rhythm. Rafa and I sat on the benches to the side. That spliff had made me tired. I rested my head on his shoulder and he put his arm around my waist. We sat like that for a while, but soon got another drink and danced some more. I was very drunk. After an indeterminable amount of time, I needed to breathe fresh air; I was suffocating. I stumbled up the stairs and stepped outside into morning light. The air was clean and cold, the street full of partiers heading home. I heard the club door open. Rafa put his arm around me and laughed.
"Happy New Year."
User Reviews
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2007-10-25 15:46:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I think it is gonna take some working out.
Give the lady a chance.
Well until the end of the week.
Then we'll get her!
Submitted by Leonore (user info) at 2007-10-25 15:32:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
WHRZ TEH RESULTZ????
I wanna know if I won.
Submitted by dronebee (user info) at 2007-10-23 17:01:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
1 T
2 F
WTF - 3am curfew in SPAIN? That's when the night gets started.
Submitted by iddqd (user info) at 2007-10-22 22:28:11 EDT (#)
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theyre both boring.
the second one has too much detail. you dont remember that much. thats a story with the gaps filled in by other stories of other nights, possibly actually experienced by other people.
Submitted by Lambchop (user info) at 2007-10-22 18:20:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Did the end of story 1 end with stoned lesbian sex? because that's hot.
1 - T
2 - F
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2007-10-22 17:53:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
1.T
2.F
Submitted by lechuza (user info) at 2007-10-22 17:23:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
First one is true, wich is sad because sounds kind of boring, but to each his own.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-10-22 12:52:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
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Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-10-22 12:52:24 EDT (#)
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Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2007-10-22 10:29:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
The second one is false. And I knew you were a female.
Submitted by Paralyzed_By_Hope (user info) at 2007-10-22 10:27:28 EDT (#)
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I'm going with...
1: True
2: False
Submitted by STIXS (user info) at 2007-10-22 10:13:44 EDT (#)
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You forgot to take out 'Rosa' from the second one when referring to the miniskirt, so I think it is the lie
1 - t
2 - f
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2007-10-22 10:13:27 EDT (#)
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1.)T
2.)F
I'm just guessing here.
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2007-10-22 09:50:58 EDT (#)
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Nothing personal but I almost fell asleep reading these stories. Spice 'em up a bit.
#1 - t
#2 - F
Submitted by ChaosJester (user info) at 2007-10-22 09:25:08 EDT (#)
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Before I rate this, I'd like to say that I found both of these stories to be...rather dull.
I mean,
I realize that you're a young 'un and all, but damn.
You seem to smoke a lot of weed, either way.
Take it from one who's seen and done a couple things. Stay away from that if you actually want to lead an interesting life. Most stoners I know experience things that are impressive only to their fellow burn-out friends...unless it involves stupidity and jail-time.
Let me know how that works out for you.
Anyway,
1) False
2) True
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2007-10-22 09:14:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Offense Taken???
I must try harder... um, let me think on this for a bit.
Submitted by ripple (user info) at 2007-10-22 09:12:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2007-10-22 08:56:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
1st one is true. The 2nd might have happened at a different time.
I, eh... didn't realize you were female. Sorry.
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no offense taken.
Submitted by MudWhistle (user info) at 2007-10-22 08:57:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
#1 Truth
#2 Lie
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2007-10-22 08:56:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
1st one is true. The 2nd might have happened at a different time.
I, eh... didn't realize you were female. Sorry.