Happy Late Valentine’s Day! Mine was pretty entertaining. The bits I remember at least. The day was pretty normal; I went to the uni and put together a presentation on basic computer repair. Then I came to the bureau and presented it to the new SED kids. It was pretty boring for all parties involved, but if you’re not a big geek it is hard to get really enthralled by someone discussing computer repair.

The evening really started with the hash run. They are always pretty entertaining, and this one especially so because we there are a lot of people in town for ETR. There was a cap of 20 volunteers allowed to run. Unfortunately some of our best partiers were unable to participate, but we had a good showing none the less.

Hashers are described as “drinkers with a slight running problem.” For this reason the night is something of a blur. Highlights that I remember:

• Me and the Brits smoking most everyone else running. We kept having to slow down and let the rest of the group catch up
• Drinking shots of some strange shudder inducing German concoction consisting of peppermint schnapps and whipped cream
• Seeing about eight people attempting to play Twister
• The writhing mess that results from a bucket of ice being dumped on a crowded Twister board
• Most everyone losing their shirts
• Drinking lots and lots of beer
• Getting whipped cream licked off my chest by some pretty girls
• Getting whipped cream licked off me by a less pretty boy
• Eating quite a bit of whipped cream
• Lots and lots of political career ending pictures being taken of everyone
• Dancing, dancing and more dancing
• Trying to smoke a cigarette and still not being terribly entertained by it
• Accidentally leaving my cigarette on Marc’s phone and melting a hole in it
• Sending lascivious SMS messages in French to girls two thirds my age
• Wandering out the Nouakchott’s own VIP
• Drunken swing dancing to techno rave music
• Being very very dizzy
• Buying a 2000um Heineken that was the one beer too many
• Collapsing with my head in a friend’s lap
• Wandering home at around midnight (the drinking started at 7) “shithammered” as they say
• Deciding I wanted a sandwich and going with Kari to find one
• Falling asleep standing at the sandwich counter
• Waking up with everyone in the shop looking at me since apparently they’d finished the sandwiches some time before and had to wait for me to come back around
• Kari and I managing to have between us enough coordination to make it to my place
• Trying to have a conversation with Molly and M, but mostly just shouting incomprehensible French
• Passing out on the couch and eventually getting carried to bed
• Waking up next to Kari and even though we’d not done anything finding it entertaining to wake up unexpectedly next to a pretty girl
• Wandering out at 10ish the next morning and finding myself still drunk
• Noticing that someone wrote cryptic French phrases all over my arms
• Noticing that my shirt was covered in blue
• Noticing that was because there were blue wings drawn on my back along with the phrase “Je suis un ange sauf ici” and a little devil tail poking out of my pants

An entertaining weekend and good preparation for WAIST. I’ve really got to work on my pacing though. I trashed myself at New Years and last night I was out by midnight. I’ve got to slow it down enough so I don’t fall in the apples, quoi.