Pub Crawl...That Fateful Night

I'm not going to go into too much detail however this was a definitely memorable moment of the trip so it's worth mentioning.

A person who will remained unnamed at this point (whose birthday it was yesterday) decided to knock back 2 buckets of long island ice tea's in the space I'd drunk half of one and get a little bit drunk. We ended up leaving the pub crawl early after he and another unnamed person (his name starts J and rhymes with yack) were being sick onto the road from a second storey balcony much to the delight of the people and especially the bouncers below. We hopped into a cab as birthday boy was a dead weight too heavy to carry and headed back to the hostel. During this trip, as I was speaking quasi-English to the cabby, we suddenly hear a groan and then a very pungent smell reeks in the car. I turn aorund to Josh being sick on the floor, pure liquid so no chance of catching it. I'm screaming, the cab driver's yelling, Josh is trying to do the window down in time for his next bout which, as you could probably predict, fails miserably, ends up spewing onto the window and wiping it up with his face while he rests after his ordeal. Well the cabby is pretty angry at this point and once we arrive at our hostel is wanting to physically hit bday boy for what he's done to his car. I manage to bribe the driver off with the rest of the money in my wallet (which wasn't too much but still) and then drag buddy ol' boy to the door of the hostel which is card activated. Now Mr Unnamed had the key in his pouch so whilst I was searching for it he was leaning on me for support and while im fumbling in the dark I start to hear a trickle. I look around and see a puddle start forming around my mate's foot. Now we've all experienced alcohol wees before and they are long, violent things that should not be shared. That is exactly what this was. The trickle turned into a torrent and there was nothing I could do but wait for the waterfall to run itself dry whilst I propped up my friend, keycard in hand waiting for him to finish. In what seemed like an eternity later the river ran dry for a false finish but as I went to open the door it started again for a final rumble. I recognised this time it was the end as Josh's body (woops) slumped on me again heavier than before indicating he was done and I dragged him to the room and into bed.

Okay so maybe a lot of detail there but totally worth it!!! Happy birthday brother!!

PS. He still loves Long Island Ice Tea's to this day.Read more