Mauritius!

THIS IS ALL OUT OF ORDER I'M SO SORRY.

READ HE SECOND POST FIRST AND THEN THIS POST WILL ACT AS THE THIRD POST I THINK.

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The plan for the night was to get Xiaoxia a good buzz, since she had had a few drinks before but never been drunk.  I thought that we were just going to some place on the waterfront, but Emerson and the few other people insisted on going to Grand Bay, which was a fairly expensive cab ride, and I wasn’t really down for it, because I’m just not that into bars.  Emerson said he really wanted me to go though and offered to pay for my share of the taxi rides, and I said that I’d go if he just paid for me one way, and he said yeah, so I went.

The bar where everyone was – Banana Bar – was INCREDIBLY expensive.  I mean, for a single shot of kamikaze, it was $12 US.  So we walked down the street a bit to a smaller bar, the four of us (Scott, Emerson, Xiaoxia and me), where they also served food, which was great because I was hungry, but less great because the kitchen was closed.  Anyway, they gave us the drink menu and the other three all got a rum and Coke, and then Xiaoxia had another shot of rum.  We figured that two drinks should pretty much be enough to get her a fair buzz since she’s so small and doesn’t drink much, so we all decided to chill on alcohol pretty much for the night.  After that we found an ATM to make sure we could pay our way back, and went for a walk on the beach and took some pictures.  Xiaoxia said her face felt warm, which we thought was fine, because that’s kind of how it’s supposed to go, right?

Well anyway, the bar was way more crowded with SASers by the time we got back.  It was good to see people but also kind of annoying, and Christina (who I was trying to find there) had sort of mysteriously disappeared.  I did see Nic there though, and she was excited to see me, but bars are totally not my thing and so I didn’t want to be an anchor around her.  I stepped outside after a while and had a good conversation with the girl who had found me at that bar called Philadelphia in Japan.  She was talking about how she went on the Taj Mahal trip that I was supposed to go on and how she thought it was awful and that she really didn’t like her trip leader, and it was so bad that on the last day she signed out of the trip and just did everything on her own.  She complimented me on how passionately I played piano and said she wished she could play like that, and that she used to play but her parents forced her to and she never really got into it.  She had a little bit to drink but she was definitely nothing more than a little bit buzzed.  She was really really nice to me and I was totally flattered which is great except for I’m bad at taking compliments so I felt a tiny bit uncomfortable, but she’s really nice anyway so even if she noticed she wouldn’t have cared.

One funny thing about the bar was that the tables and stools were INCREDIBLY low, like below your knees, and so it was impossible to see them all when you were walking around.  People kept trying to walk toward their friend and then getting shinned pretty good with a low-lying stool and looking like a fool even if they were hardly drunk in the least.

We made Xiaoxia drink some water to make sure she didn’t get dehydrated.  She said she felt dizzy, which again we thought was okay because it was only two drinks and she should be fine and she was with two totally sober people, one with two drinks, and etc.  But she started to seem kind of tired, and a few minutes after I stepped outside again, Emerson said he thought it was time to go.  It was about 1am at this point, and we had showed up at around 10:30pm.

We got a cab ride back home for slightly more money than on the way there.  Xiaoxia laid on my shoulder because she was dizzy and kind of tired, and she was also saying some funny stuff at this point, which we thought was just first-time overreaction.  She kept going back and forth between “I feel great!” and “I feel bad…,” and she thanked me for getting her drunk(?), and asked me to sing.  It was a little bit strange.  The cab driver asked if she was okay, and we said yeah, only two drinks, and we were watching her.

The conversations in the cab rides were pretty nice both times actually.  On the way there we talked people who play the Let’s Get Some Chicks game and how I could sniff them out and stuff like that, and how to deal with being sexiled.  I forget exactly what we talked about on the way back but I remember thinking it was a nice cab ride.  It was very quick, and the turns around all the roundabouts were pretty jostling.  There was also a dog in the middle of the highway at one point and our driver SWERVED LIKE MAD to avoid it and he did avoid it, but it was pretty jarring for us.

We got back and someone paid for the cab and he left and we were going to work out the exchanges between the rest of us.  As we were doing so, though, Xiaoxia took a couple steps to the side and threw up a little bit.  We were pretty surprised, and we thought she was done, but she ended up having to do some more and so we held her hair back.  It was kind of crappy timing because we were RIGHT in front of port and security, but at the very least it wasn’t in the cab.  I think maybe the cab ride’s dizzying had something to do with it.  She said that she felt bad about it, but that it made her feel better after she had gotten it out, but now she just wanted to sleep.

We all went inside and took her to her room and made sure she was okay and asked her to drink a tiny bit more water and made sure she basically just got into bed okay and wasn’t in any danger, then we left.  We all felt a little bad.  We really did not want her to have any bad experience at all on her first time, and we had no idea that two drinks would be too much for her.  Maybe it was just the specific type of alcohol.  I’m not really sure.  But yeah.  I stayed up doing some sort of work for a little while although I honestly can’t remember what it was, and Christina knocked on my door at some point and we ended up talking till pretty late in the morning, which was very nice, although I was pretty sleep deprived the next day because of it.

The next morning I talked to her at breakfast with some other people and asked her, So now that you’re all better, did you actually enjoy the feeling of being drunk?  And she said yeah, it was fun.  And then I felt a little bit less bad, but still a little bit bad.  But at least she wasn’t like NO IT WAS AWFUL WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME.