Sausage festival

Today’s post is supposed to be about our best party that we’ve ever hard. As I’m writing this post, I can’t really think of any cool outstanding party, however there is this particular party, which happens to be the worst party I’ve ever had. It happened just a month ago in my suite. And unfortunately, I was the host of the event.

 When you come all the way from France to Boston, you’re hopping to meet new people, socialize with your floor mates, and sweet talk to girls. And what is best to do such thing? A nice room party filled with alcohol and music.

As you can see above I had a lot of expectations… maybe too much… I prepared things carefully; I sneaked out some bowls full of crackers out from the dinning hall, download some MP3 (legally), cleaned up the whole place, made my bed ^^. Everything looked nice and perfect. Exactly as I have imagined in my dream.

11h30 already… And still no sign of my floor mate.

I was hopping to see this girl again, however, she didn’t come… actually almost none of the girl came… Just couple. And they barely stayed an hour. This party turned out into what Americans call a “ sausage fest”. The worst part about it was when one of our floor mates started to feel the heat of the alcohol. Therefore, he took his shirt out danced and jumped around like crazy. My supposedly “dreamed party” turn into a real nightmare… Indeed, for someone who expects to meet girls I ended up with a party with only half naked male.

My failure was as great as my expectation.