Friday night Dan and I jumped on a plane to the infamous K-town. And by jumping on a plane, I mean arriving at the air-port about two hours too early, so we definatly had some time for drinks. By the time we arrived we were already in the mood for drunk-food.. this aside, we managed to stumble out on town and have a few drinks & dances, get home (thus, not everybody remembers this part very well) and fall a sleep on something we later decided to call.. the staircase.


Saturday night, we were a bit easier on the drinks, unlike the rest of K-town... they left their usual Christian, well-behaved selves at home and welcomed their new drunken selves.  There was seriously a fight every five minutes. Not to let this take the courage from us, we invited to a small afterparty.

At the afterparty I learned not to drink anything that is dark blue. It's poison. It will also make your tongue dark blue. Some people will even question your "black" tongue.

Our guests on the other hand, were not unlike the other K-towners we had met this night. Quite entertaining, slightly cocky. They were especially interested in Dan's mint green pants which they kept commenting. After a while Dan said "if you don't like my mint green pants, I'll take them off" - after which he proceeded to take off his pants and threw them in our guests face. We all found this quite funny and became friends afterwards. Taking off your pants always helps...