Seven Nation Army

DATE: 04/19/2004 02:45:55 AM
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Last weekend was Julian's bachelor party.  To review, Julian is the president of the South Africa branch of the exchange program I'm in.  The weekend was decently fun, but to be honest I was still tired from Mozambique and I feel a bit sick now.

The location ended up being a rented farmhouse in Dullstroom, a fishing town about 3 hours from Johannesburg.  It's a beautiful place.  We brought some African drums along, and Julian got a rousing entrance when he showed jup.  We talked about South African politics into the night, and crashed - I'm going to detail that conversation in a later post.

The next day, we had an amazing breakfast and gthen went paintballing.  Since I spent a gajillion dollars in Mozambique, I wasn't too keen on participating, but the group decided to subsidize me and a couple of other cash-strapped fellows.  I'd never gone paintballing before.  It was fucking awesome.  We played 3 games of capture the flag, and split ourselves up: South Africans vs. the rest of the world (5-on-5).  

Of course the internationals won, 2 games to 1.  In the first game, Ryan (an American) got the flag; Femi and I (the Nigerians) pinned down the flag guard while he made a run for it.  In the second game I got my first kill, eliminating Andrew, before getting killed myself for the first time.  It ended up being Bende vs. Ryan.  It was awesome to watch; the two of them were doing forward rolls down a hill and shooting at each other as if they were in a first-person spy video game!  Bende ran out of bullets, so we won again by elimination.  In the third game, I was crab-walking and got pinned down by Bernard.  He hit me in the arm and leg (thanks to my crouched position, he couldn't hit a killing shot).  Sadly, Bende got our flag, but we still won 2 out of 3.     

Next game, it was all of us against Julian.  He was wearing white overalls to boot, and it was obvious hazing time.  He took a lot of shots, and I ended up being the last one standing against him (he couldn't be eliminated, but we could).  I ran out of bullets, and his torment ended.  We were almost a seven nation army, but not quite.

In the final game, it was every man for himself.  Waweru eliminated me pretty quickly, shooting me in the chest and mouth (a piece of the paintball went under my mask and gave me a bloody lip).  All in all, it was a blast.  We had some sweet guns to use, and ended up with some badass pictures which I'll post when I finish the roll.

That night, we had Julian strip naked and dive into a weed-darkened lake, climb a tree naked, had him run ELEVEN KILOMETERS to town, did some drumming for him at a local bar, and dressed him in drag.  As I'm sure you've guessed, some amazing pictures were taken.  Naturally, we all got wasted.  Thoguh I had to drag my way through it at times, the weekend was worthwhile.  This Saturday is Julian's wedding; I'm glad I brought my suit and cufflinks along.  

Now for a post detailing the filp side to the debauchery...  
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