June 17, 2008
Our crazy night in Milhouse (our hostel)
written by Nicole Allegar on June 17, 2008 at 07:14PM in Traveling
Warning! This entry discusses the mistakes of our roommates. Although all of our actions were G-rated, this is a PG13 -rated story. But, as always, we were angels (mom, dad, family) and/or awesome badasses (friends).A bit of background information: We were rooming in a eight person dorm style room with two guys from England and )three guys from Ireland; we all met each other the day of the crazy night.
Spencer and I decided we were going to take it easy and get to sleep early so we could wake up to have a long day to explore Buenos Aires. The rest of the roommates were going out to party Buenos Aires style (clubbing until 6-8 am) and we were in bed well before they returned (they returned around 3:30 or 4am). All the guys got back to the hostel at about 5ish (they did not go out together) and were as loud as they could have be, trying to climb into their bunk beds. All of them were obviously intoxicated, and one of the Irish gentlemen was throwing up in a bed behind us… not a pleasant sleep aid.
After about thirty minutes of peace and quiet Spencer woke up to a sound of pouring water. He looked across the room to see someone peeing on a bunk bed and the bag next to it. The guy climbed back into bed and passed out once again… finally, quiet!. A few minutes later, one of the English guys walked in from the bathroom and a dialog ensues:
Spencer- “Dude I don’t know if that is your bunk or your stuff , but some guy just peed on it. You might want to find another bed”.
The English guy- “No, that is my mate sleeping in that bed, I am sure he just pissed on himself”.
Spencer- “No, I think we have a misunderstanding, some guy just stood there and peed on that bed… I think your mate got peed on.”
The English guys walked over to the bed and stepped in some of the pee and started yelling that his bag is all wet. At this point the guy sleeping in the bottom bunk woke up… “Oh my god, I have got piss on my leg” (Mind you that all of this is being said with English accents, which makes it so much funnier). Spencer and I were trying to keep everyone from hearing us laugh… it was quite a funny situation. One of the English guys started kicking the “pee boy” while he was passed out. After a couple hectic minutes, Spencer finally convinced him that kicking the drunk guy wasn’t the best solution. After much yelling about the pee, everyone settled down to sleep.
About thirty minutes later, Spencer and I both woke up to the sound of pouring water again… the same guy was peeing in the room again (thankfully on no one this time). After finishing, he started to loose his balance and fell back next to our bed. He stood up and faced us like he was preparing pee. Spencer and I told him to get out of the room and go to a bathroom. He left for a couple seconds, came back into the room, faced our bed, and started to unzip his pants.
Before any damage was done, Spencer had jumped out of bed and shoved the guy out of the room. I got up, grabbed his arm, and pull him into the hall, planning on escorting him to the bathroom. While carrying him along, I stepped in a fresh puddle of his urine. I was then upset and annoyed, and left him in the hall to fight for himself. I returned to bed, and we locked the door to avoid any more trouble.
Without a doubt, Spencer and I had realized that at this point, it would have been a good idea to notify the hostel of problems. But… it was a long, cold walk to the front desk, and we chose sleep instead. We informed our roommates that the Irishman was no longer welcome in the room, and went to sleep.
The next day, Spencer and I decided to switch rooms. We didn’t want any more problems with the Irishmen, and seeing that we had locked them out of their own room for a few hours, might have stirred up bad feelings. Regardless… neither of us wanted to experience that night again.
Tags: Buenos Aires, Milhouse and three Irish guys
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