Last night was an AIESEC potluck, since Jonny and Andrea (Toronto), Danielle (Kenya), and Colin (Poland) were all going away for the year. But instead of bringing food for dinner, you bring something to contribute to the liver deterioration of the group. Kurt and I were the bad ones who brought a 26oz tequila. Took pictures, will post them after they’re developed, mwahaha.

It was at Diana’s house all the way in St. Vital, so me, Kurt and Nicole took a cab over. We mused on Diana’s last name (Cristostomo) and the un-Filipinoness of it. And her parents not being against an alcohol potluck…?! Maybe she’s pretending to be Filipino. We wondered if we’d see any items in the house that classify your family as True Pinoy:

-rice cooker
-fake flowers, or better yet, those fake glossy japanese blossom bonsai trees (do you know what I mean?)
-”The Last Supper” over the dining table
-Santo Nino or Fatima figurines

So it was nice to walk in Diana’s home and see all of the above. Actually, her family has TWO Last Supper pieces: one giant portrait at the head of the table, and a wood etching on the wall above the window. And this amazing shelf of Santo Nino (in a seashell? never saw that kind) and Fatimas in the formal dining room.

Another comment about the house–why do you need two TVs in the same room? Especially they are 60″ and “32″? Their “little TV” is already 5 inches larger than ours! I was in awe of their A/V setup. Though with their international satellite (they get lots of Asian channels, cool!), surround sound, and DVD hookups, they had overlooked having a CD player installed. Whoops…I guess no Dirty Dancing 2 soundtrack for me and Heather and M.Raquid.

Back to the alcohol. I cannot believe how much the group ingested in 6 hours. I was probably the only one sober by 3am, as I was the only one not willing to mix rye, tequila, bacardi coolers, and cream-based liqueurs in the same stomach. There was plenty of rowdy basketball (the cops asked us to stop, sorry) and several rounds of this drinking game called John Cashmo. Ask Jonny how to play it, he invented it.

There was also some interesting girl-on-girl-action, or GOGA as it was called last night, that involved some pretty sloshed AIESEC girls and their mouths (tongues?). Actually, they probably would have done it sober, who knows. The incident was caught on videotape I think…couldn’t tell as the entire population of guys were crowded around the girls and encouraging more GOGA behaviour. We tried to start an alumni grind train to relive our former 11-person Western Regional Conference 2001 dirtyness, but there was only the four of us doing half-assed booty shaking. It was a pretty pathetic attempt. Anyway, it was a great time, and it was nice to see everyone sloshed as one happy AIESEC family before the four guests of honour went away.

Now for a nap, I’m still feeling a little light-headed…