The last goodbye party aka the pudding party

The last goodbye party in winter semester 2012/2013

As promised in the previous post, I will tell you how was the last goodbye party in Vinarska. Maybe I should omit some parts because they are not really to be bragged about or to be put out in public, but I can’t; it’s just not my way. Okay, maybe I will contort the truth just a little bit, but you won’t even notice it.

So, as I already wrote, I had an exam in the morning and I passed it. I came home around 4 pm and went to sleep. I thought I would fall asleep the moment I lay my head on the pillow, but it wasn’t like that. I guess I was too tired even to sleep. Finally, I managed to fall asleep half an hour after I lay in bed, and I woke up maybe three hours later. I forced myself to get up, to take a shower and to go to Albert market to buy some alcohol for the party in the evening. As well, I agreed with my roommate that we will make pasta for the international dinner because I didn’t want to go without any food and we didn’t have the time to prepare something more complicated. Plus, everyone who tried my pasta so far said it was great, so I couldn’t go wrong with that.

I came back from Albert with pasta, tomatoes, some Texas mix (beans and sweet corn), a bottle of white wine with butterflies and two beers for Bojan. My roommate was getting ready for the party and she was really pretty; it was her last party in Brno and time to say goodbye to everyone, so she wanted to look special. She definitely did. She told me she felt like I was the Cinderella and she was the evil step-sister, because she was getting ready while I was cooking the pasta. Silly girl.

She was happy, at least she seemed so, and she kept asking me why I wasn’t in a good mood. To tell you the truth, I was sad as hell. Yes, I was tired, but it wasn’t the main reason. I can do without proper sleeping for three days, if necessary, but that night I was on the edge of tears. I didn’t even want to go to that party because I knew it was the last one with so many people I was hanging out for 4 months. I knew I would go, but I couldn’t help myself thinking that it was the last party with my roommate, that it was the last dressing up with her, laughing, sharing everything.

Finally, the pasta was done, I dressed (the same dress as my roommate, just different colour) up and did the makeup. I managed to make myself look normal, almost pretty. We took the pasta, the wine, and we went to the second floor, where on the corridor in front of Malaco’s room there was a table with food from other people. Somebody made pasta as well, good one; Jack Lu made some delicious meat, and there was some Spanish food that tasted sweet and looked like little pancakes. Later on, the guy named Andre, I believe, made one of the best pasta I ever tried in my life (I gotta stock him to get the recipe :D ). In Malaco’s room, Pali (my roommate’s friend) told me they made the desert and that I have to save some room for it. He was smiling significantly while saying it, so I figured it wasn’t a normal type of desert. I was completely right.

Daria and me were standing next to the door of Malaco’s room and tasting all the food, drinking slowly the wine. The wine was gone after half an hour, because Daša put it on the table and people thought it was for sharing. Since we didn’t buy any other alcohol, I went to the room and took the rest of rakija. I don’t even like it, especially not drinking alone, but I was carrying it around and took a swallow now and then, sharing it with other people as well. When feeling full, Daria and me went to the Malaco’s room and there was the desert. A chocolate pudding. With some green addition. I knew about the cake with the “green addition”, although I never tried it before, but about the pudding, it was the first time I heard about. Daria and me were curious, of course, so we had to try. I took a spoon and tasted. It didn’t taste like pudding at all, because I guess there was more weed in it than the pudding itself. It tasted completely like weed, but it didn’t taste so bad. I asked Pali what effect will that have, if any, and he said that it depends, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. daria and I concluded it wouldn’t have any serious effect on us and we took another spoon. And another. We took around 5 or 6 spoons each. Oh my God, what a mistake.

We continued hanging around with people, drinking, laughing. Nothing happened for half an hour, maybe even an hour. And then, at one moment, it all started. We were sitting in Malaco’s room, talking about nothing important, and then I started laughing so hard that I cried. Pali and Daria were looking at me and Daria said: “Somebody had too much of pudding, ha?” We went out in the corridor and we started talking to Joris, the Netherlands guy. He didn’t know Daria so I introduced her to him. I think I said “This is my roommate Daria” and he understood I said she was married so he shaked hands with her and said: “You’re married?” Daria and I looked at each other and burst into laughter. We were laughing in front of him for 10 minutes or so, crying. When we calmed down, he asked if we were able to talk now and then we started laughing again. I guess Daria had too much of pudding as well. So, Joris was the trigger for the “green effect” we never experienced before in our lives. At first, everything was so funny, and then it changed into the extreme slow motion; Daria was talking with Pali, I guess, and I was completely lost. I was sitting on a radiator, looking bluntly at the big circle of people on the floor playing guitars and singing, not able to move. I didn’t feel my legs, and it felt like my but was going numb as well and I was afraid that I will fall down from the radiator. I forced myself to move and to find Daria. I was half aware of what was going on with me and with everyone else. On my way to find Daria, I talked to different people, I don’t even dare to think about what. As much as I remember, mostly it was them who were talking while I was gazing off, being in my world, or maybe smiling and nodding in approval of whatever they said. I was talking to Fede and to Pablo, who realized instantly that I wasn’t drunk but something else. Fede only looked into my eyes and then he gave me some advice on what to do to make it go away, but I couldn’t focus on any advices. I found Daria and asked her if she felt the same way and how long it will last. She did feel the same way, and as well as me, she didn’t know when it will finish.

After some wandering around, I found Daria again, in the company of Pali, Miša and some other people who also ate the pudding. I felt a spark of hope that they would know what to do and how to feel normal again, so I went to them and asked. I looked into their eyes and felt terrified: their eyes were read as if they have been crying the whole day and their faces were silly. Miša told me he had a problem; he couldn’t hear anything and he was talking really loudly. Then I realized that I have some hearing problems as well. But even worse was the thing that they couldn’t help me. It was like in a bad dream or in a horror movie where you are surrounded by zombies and you find your friends and feel relief, but then you realize that they are zombies as well and you have no way out.

Daria told me we have to stick together and go everywhere together because she thought she couldn’t function on her own. So we were walking around like two old ladies, crouched, with our buts put backwards so we walked like ducks. We were walking really slowly because we couldn’t feel our legs. I don’t know why, but we decided we have to go to our room and take the jackets. On our way, we met Dimitris and some other people. I hugged with Dimitris for 5 minutes because he was leaving in the morning and he told me it was probably the last time I saw him. I was extremely sad and I was mad at myself because I couldn’t say the proper goodbye to him, considering the state in which I was. He figured out that I wasn’t really normal, but he didn’t say anything. I mean, what could have he said? Finally, we left to our room.

We took our jackets, put them on and went to the second floor again. When we got there, nobody was in their jackets except for us, and then we asked ourselves: why did we take the jackets? I told her the best thing is to go back to the room and to leave the jackets. So we turned around and waddled back to our room. We left the jackets and returned.

Some people asked me why I was crying and why I was sad. I can’t believe some people actually thought I was sad and not high. Maybe I looked even normal from time to time. I know I felt normal for a minute or two now and then, and then it took me over again. I wanted it to stop so badly, mostly because I didn’t want all the people who were leaving to remember me like that. Out of all the parties in Czech Republic, I had to choose the last one, the biggest one to get high.

After some time, we went out. I only went out because I thought everyone would go and I didn’t want to miss out on the last party. However, a lot of people stayed in the dorms, especially the Portuguese because they were too high to go anywhere. Me as well, but I forced myself. We went to 2faces, and I was standing there mostly alone, starring God knows where. Joris was with me for a while, probably feeling sorry for me, but I was just not able to communicate normally. So he went to hang out with others; I stood at the table without a move. Then, suddenly, some guy who was barely standing maybe a meter from me came to me and kissed me. Luckily, I turned my head in time so he kissed me in the cheek. I just turned around and went into the crowd, not wanting to stay there next to the weirdo. After half an hour I realized I should go home, so I did. I went to the bus station and took the bus home. On the way to the bus station I met Jagoš, who was drunk as I never saw him before; he was walking in a zigzag pattern, yelling something unintelligible, his pants unzipped and wet on the but. His but was wet because he was dancing in the pool in 2faces for probably two hours or more. He was walking next to me for some time, yelling something about some Chinese; it turned out he meant the Chinese in the fast food because he went there to buy something to eat. I don’t know how that ended because I prolonged to the bus station. It wasn’t nice of me, I know, but remember that I wasn’t myself at that moment.

I came home safely and went to sleep. The next day, that is, in the morning, I went with Daria and Pali to the ISC office to take the transcript of records and we went to buy some other stuff, such as the suitcase for Daria. We still didn’t feel good. From time to time we were laughing without any reason and we were very slow. From time to time we felt normal. For me, it took until the evening to feel completely myself again. Uf uf.

After coffee with Arnau, I came back to my room and packed the suitcase. Then I went to Igor’s room, there were some people spending the last hours with Igor and Mate who were leaving that night. We were chilling, remembering the last night (apparently, a lot of people were high so Daria and I weren’t an exception, thank God) and laughing. Around 11 pm Mr. Dobry Den called a taxi for us and we went home. I said goodbye to Pedrito and Danijela, who were leaving a couple of days after, and see you to others who were staying. Somehow we managed to squeeze into one cab and went to the bus station. We left Brno behind us.

In the first part of the trip home I couldn’t sleep so I was thinking about everything. The second part of the trip I slept through. We arrived to Zagreb around 7 in the morning. I said goodbye to Mate and Igor and bought a ticket to Zadar. I was sad, but I was also happy because I was going to see my friends in Zadar. It’s so strange how you can be sad and happy at the same time and how you always have to say goodbye. But at least now I learned: pudding only when staying in.