cambridge part 2: blame the vodka

there's even more to write about than I thought last night. Consequently this two-parter has now become a trilogy.

2) In Jixian's room (or, what big biceps he has)

things got even more interesting after formal hall. (When it comes to getting people to loosen up, you can't beat alcohol.) Thought I'd seen it all until this guy (seeing as I don't know the person well, I'll opt to call him by everyone's favourite pseudonym ie. X) started to take off his shirt and proceeded to wow us with some bodybuilding poses. Now everyone would probably die laughing if someone like me were to try it, myself included. However X happens to be interested in bodybuilding, and it shows. So we found ourselves looking at some really big muscles, which could be either freakish or impressive, depending on your point of view. Personally I was kinda shocked that anyone could a) hold a pencil with his chest muscles; and b) produce a 'crack!' sound when flexing his biceps. Now more than ever I am convinced that the human body is an amazing machine.

in any event, that proved to be halftime entertainment (eat that, janet jackson). We soon got down to action again, as zhicheng produced a bottle of vodka and some sangria, bought from spain and brought up from london to cambridge for just such an occasion. Typical of what happens when you mix people and alcohol, we started playing drinking games. The vodka proved to be perfect as a forfeit, because it was absolutely bloody awful. As X put it- and I wholeheartedly agree- you could conceivably use it to clean sinks. To our credit- and our livers' collective dismay- we managed to finish most of it before the chasers ran out.

being now deprived of alcohol (no one even suggested drinking the vodka without chasers; we weren't that drunk) we moved on to playing the favourite game of jc students: truth-or-dare. It was probably a good move since most of us had drunk quite a bit by now, so we weren't in any state to try being clever even if we wanted to. And besides we had zhicheng's pinkie pledge, which is tremendously amusing in the clear light of sobriety but seemed like a perfectly serious binding contract at the time. As it was I learnt quite a lot about the people who were there (assuming that they all told the truth), including some bits which I doubt I really wanted to know. And of course, I said some stuff about myself that I hope I won't regret anytime in the future. (It all stays within those walls, yeah?)

so that's pretty much most of the interesting stuff that happened on friday night. Saturday would prove to be much more sedate. That story, however, will have to wait till the next post...