16.11.2011 - 24.12.2011
Today everybody was out for having a great party night. On the roof-top we got to know this guy who would be giving a concert the same night. So he put us on the guest list. How cool is that! But saying that, I also have to mention the various times someone invited me over to have me put on the guest list which finally turned out to not have happened. How embarrassing is that, standing on top of a long cue, proudly with your breast swollen from here to Melbourne initiating the following dialog:
Me: "Hey, I'm on the list"
Random door guy bend forward by the power of his ridiculously pumped up pectoralis: "Name?"
RDG: "Not on list"
Than, whilst feeling the pressure of the impatient mob, you'll be trying a number of different names of friends of yours which could have been taken instead, finally finding out, that you've never been put on a list at all.
Anyway, this story turned out to have a totally different ending. As I was relying on the fact that Toni (who seemed to know those guys way better than I do) would know where the venue is located, I didn't ask for the direction. He was acting in the same way. So it turned out that none of us knew, where we needed to go. Still we were able to figure out where to go, but arriving at the club we asked the bumper, if the concert is still going on whereon he replied that there is no concert going on at all. So we decided to go to the club next door, where all the other people from the hostel were going.
One of our friends was so wasted, that I could literally observe him being in the process of getting kicked out. I saw the bumpers firmly looking at him stumbling through the club. So I started a countdown of 1 min. for him to being kicked out.
It was not until I had counted down to 5 sec. when the bumpers showed up to walk him out.
Sadly when I returned to the hostel, I saw that exactly that guy was laying down on the ground motionless, with blood all over his face. The offender and several people standing around doing nothing. The police had already been called.
Long story cut short: The two guys were in a kind of struggle before. Then, when the drunk guy returned home the navy guy, who beat him up later, started provoking him whereas the drunk guy threw a beer bottle past the navy guy which made him pull the drunk guy down to the ground smacking his face down on the ground.
The navy guy's story was like that: The drunk guy (who could hardly walk up the stairs) jumped at me, to hit me in the face. Well, it's obvious that the bulky navy guy then had to defend himself. The rest is history. The navy guy was kicked out the next day and his case went to court.