*Insert (more) alcohol here*

The Theme for the night’s HP sponsored jol was Black and Silver, complete with cheap glittery black and silver masks.

Great, exactly what every girl needs – a face scattered with glitter so any hot guy thinks you either have a skin irritation, have more freckles than a regular Fanta pants (I have freckles, though am no redhead, so absolutely no need to make things worse) or you’ve made out with a drag queen on acid.
That afternoon we’d decided that each of the four of us would have to perform a dare that evening.

GSB had to walk up to a random and say her little “I’ll lick your face, and then I’ll (does pelvic thrusting motion here) and then I’ll (does bum spank here) and then I’ll tell you to f*ck off” stint.

I had to walk up to another complete random and grab hold of his bum and say “ I’ll take a piece of that to go. Please.”

Bokkie had to go up to Wynand Olivier (the dishy Springbok Centre) and say: “I’ll Wynand your Olivier!”

Vig’s dare was to go up to girl, and ask when she was going to buy him a drink.

Since Bokkie had retired for the night already she was the only one who didn’t perform her dare that night.

GSB went for the gold and went up to the Red Headed member of the Parlotones and said her schpiel! He turned to her and said “Well you said you’re going to lick my face them do it!”

Vig went up to a table of two girls, struck up a quick convo and ‘Hey Presto’ there was a drink in his hands!

I performed my dare, feeling rather crude though it must have worked a treat because the chap even bought GSB and I tequilas. A pretty successful round of dares if you ask me.

We wasted no time in making friends, getting drinks and hitting the dance floor. Vig and I were cutting serious shapes on the dance floor, yo. As we do, of course. The night evolved, we danced, we drank a lot.

The GSB and I were the only girls left with all the boys again. It became somewhat of a habit. Suddenly the golfer was whirling me around on the dance floor, rocking some hysterically crazy leg movements and being all round entertaining. *wink wink*

We hadn’t eaten dinner and it was around 5am. Irini had since made a friend of her own an off we went in search of the now known 24hour $3 pizza with our newly made posse of friends. We happened upon the absolute funniest character I think I’ve ever set eyes on.

This chap, seemingly of Italian origin (how apt), 40+ in the shade was the sp(l)itting image of Mario from Nintendo’s ‘Super Mario Bros’. I have never in my life laughed harder at someone, and it wasn’t just the booze. I’m sorry. I know it sounds cruel. But if you were there you would have laughed too. He walked/shuffled along the deck, pizza in hand, like a penguin on acid. Happy Feet has nothing on this guy.

We laughed to the point we cried. Real tears.

Even then GSB and I didn’t go back to the cabin to sleep. We instead went back into the club ‘Pacha’ and busted even more moves.

The sun came up and the alcohol started to wear off. I was the last to make it back to the cabin from the club. *wink wink* [Though keep in mind this is überprude me and it was merely just a kiss - yes I am a snorefest. I know]