Tuesday, 24 June 2014

Airlie Beach Drinking Games

July 8, 2012:

Airlie Beach is a very pretty harbour town near the Whitsundays.

We were staying the night at Nomads, a much nicer hostel than the one we stayed at in Noosa, and showered. Sweet relief!

It seemed like the right time for a night of carousing, since we would have a real opportunity to "sleep in" the next morning. Inside our Jucy van, we pulled out the table and sat around getting to know each other better and having a good time. Our van was one in a long row of camper vans, so we tried to be discrete, but it turned into one of the funniest nights of the trip.

We were trying to think of good drinking games (which I do not condone, in general, but there wasn't much to do in our van) and we couldn't agree on one game that we all liked... so we took the best parts of all the games we liked and developed our own called "Rules".

Basically, the deck sits between everyone and each person takes turns drawing a card. Every time someone draws a new number, they invent a rule for it. Examples of rules included "Find a hat.", "Say something Aussie.", "Do a pirate face.", "Say three swear words.", "Lick something.", "Pretend to drink your drink.", "Make a funny face.", "Shout supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.", "Act like a chicken.", and "Do nothing." This doesn't even begin to scratch - every round resulted in 13 rules. As soon as the rule was stated, the last person to do it had to drink. Obviously we were inspired by Kings and the Thumbmaster rule. Every time that number was re-drawn, you had to remember the action or the rule, and the last person had to drink. We added other rules, such as "If you take too long to think of a rule, you drink." and "Rules can't be repeated if the game is played more than once in a row."

By the end, we were in hysterics. Our "discrete" van party turned into a shouting match - I'm sure the people in neighbouring vans were concerned for our mental health and our safety. The longer the game went on, the more difficult it became to keep the rules straight, and it became a game of not being the last one to catch on to whoever remembered the rule first. Often with drinking games, the "lightweights" can't play for long and the "heavyweights" can't catch up - somehow this game evened the playing field.

We decided to check out the hostel bar, but there was no dance floor. A guy named Bart approached us and asking if we could please come with him for a minute. We were all skeptical, but he led us to his friend, Ty, who looked like a 12-year-old member of One Direction, to write on a tank top he was wearing over his shirt. We each wrote on it, and he struck up a conversation, telling us he was also Canadian, from Toronto, but he pronounced the second T, and had an Australian accent that he blamed on having spent several months/years in Australia. It was all a bit too suspicious. No self-respecting Canadian pronounces the second T in Toronto. Eventually they copped to "hoaxing" us and said they were just trying to pick us up. K.
Jay and I attempted to escape, but they wanted to have intellectual conversations with us. As a group of University educated women studying zoology, biomedical sciences, arts & film, and French literature, we felt like rocket scientists in comparison to the 23-year-olds that drove 45 minutes into Noose every weekend to prey on tourists. We decided playing our drinking game was more entertaining, so after a quick trip to Macca's (McDonald's), we returned to the van to play two more rounds before we crashed for the night (probably in fits of giggles).

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