April 22, 2008
I am not going to tell the full story of
what befell us on Saturday night, as the story itself isn’t really mine for the
telling. My role was peripheral, and as such, my coverage of the events shall
be as well.
My friends had decided to spend another evening out at the rock club Zeppelin;
however, as we’d been there the night before, and as I was feeling decidedly
head-coldy following my walk-n-ride, I decided to stay home. After a couple of
hours sobbing my way through Battlestar Galactica reruns (in preparation for my
attempt to acquire parts of season 4), followed by a few minutes of escapist
mystery reading, the power went out. No surprise there; it’s been going out
every evening around midnight. I figured that was a sign that I should go to
bed. Not five minutes later, a loud ruckus from the courtyard convinced me that
perhaps I should be out and about.
Let’s just say that a now former Kyrgyz friend of ours had imbibed way too
much, causing him to turn into an angry, belligerent monster. And monsters have
a tendency to attack. Four of us ended up holed up in K’s room, recovering
while the fiend rampaged. Eventually said fiend passed out in the backseat of
his car. Extra points go to Young B for excellent sneaking skills, even if he
was lacking in locating-passed-out-monsters-in-cars skills, and for use of the
word ‘jumpers’ in a tight spot. The night could have been disastrous. As it
was, it was thoroughly unnerving and distressing, but we managed to find humor
in a lot of it.
We continued to find humor in the morning, when we discovered that not only was
the monster still hanging about, but he and our alleged night guard (who had
done next to nothing to assist us the night before) were drinking Devyatki (a
super strong beer) at 10am. Thanks a lot, guard. Way to do your job. By noon
the two of them were completely hammered, and lurking at the café across the
street, waiting for a certain member of our party to emerge. (In fact, when two
of our group tried to leave, they ended up essentially chased into my apartment
by ye olde monster. My apologies to them for the fact that I had not yet
cleaned the litter boxes at that point. My apartment was a bit stinky.)
The four of us decided that we did not wish to be trapped inside all day.
Unfortunately, there is only one entrance/exit to the school’s “compound” – and
the monster and his drinking buddy were waiting in direct view of it. So, we
decided to get a bit creative, and snuck out over the back wall.
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