Party Shenanigans in The Alice

Trip Start Dec 03, 2004
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Trip End Nov 31, 2005


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Friday, October 7, 2005

Knowing that my time in Australia was coming to an end, and that my few days in Sydney would be quiet and errand-filled, I chose the first night in Alice Springs as my final goodbye to the over-the-top pleasures of the backpacker life. Those among the bus tour who were old enough to visit a bar all gathered in Melanka's, Alice Springs' self-proclaimed "party bar," to do some damage to our livers. Our table won a competition for who could make the most noise, and snagged two pitchers of beer, then sat back to watch as party-goers were dragged onstage for amusing competitions.

When the final competition was announced and the latest competitors were sent out into the audience to grab a member of the opposite sex to come up and compete, I leapt out of my seat and threw myself in the path of a young man attempting to return to his table and find some friend of his. In this way I got my drunken wish of dancing about in front of a captive audience. Six of us were onstage to compete, and slowly the ranks were winnowed down, as we had to rush into the audience and: get someone's left shoe; get a fifty cent piece, which we then had to drop into a cup using only our knees; get a boy's shirt, which we then had to put back on them without help (Colm, who volunteered his shirt for this, cheated a bit in helping me put it on, but I got away with this and wasn't eliminated); get a girl's bra, and put it back on her without help (I didn't need help putting Dorothy's bra back on, and the only male left in competition was eliminated at this point, proving that men only know how to take them off); and, finally, the DJ told me and the remaining other girl that we needed to pick a guy from the audience.

I chose Mike, a very cute German guy (and not part of the youth group) from our bus, on the basis that if the contest came down to an audience vote, his babyface charm would win us cheers from the girls. Then the DJ announced that we were having a lapdance competition. Oh well then. First I had to sit in a chair while Mike dance around, removing his shirt and belt and hamming it up for the audience. The other pair didn't seem to be trying too hard. Then we swapped and I gave it my best shot, stripping my shirt off, too, and dancing about in a bra. Despite (or perhaps because of) this intimidating effort, the other pair won. Our table was heartbroken at my undeserved loss, but we went right back to the partying nonetheless.

crazy party night in Alice Springs as a final throwdown to the trip
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