So it was the regular group of people we spent time with: myself, Megan, Adriano, Lupi, John, Andreas and a few others filtering in and out through the night. The ridiculousness starts with the amount of beer with bought for the evening. There was a brand called "Spoken Beer" that we could purchase for under 1 euro for a large bottle. We bought 70 of them. Unnecessary? Yes. Worth it? Absolutely. Then we went on a tour de Perugia in efforts to find the materials necessary to make a beer bong. Traditions can't die simply because you're in another country! So our insane funnel is ridiculous situation 1.
Eventually we had to succumb to the fact that they didn't have typical funnel making materials. So we improvised. We bought a two liter-sized coke bottles, a garden hose, and duck tape. And I gotta tell you, it was a pretty amazing contraption!! Ghetto, but it worked so we weren't complaining. So everyone is at our apartment, drinking and having a good time, and Megan I do something pretty typical of us. We run into the bathroom to do what we call "secret funnels." I'm not sure why we do these, I think something about them being a secret just makes them funnier. Mainly because they are clearly not secretive since we run into the bathroom with the funnel and beer.
Upon coming back upstairs ridiculous situation 2 occurs. All of the boys in the apartment decided to take off their pants and act like nothing was different. Not being sure how to react, we just laughed and kept on drinking. It was pretty cold, but they were troopers and kept their pants off.
Now we had Italian neighbors who didn't like us very much. I think a big portion of that was cultural differences. For example Italians typically don't have company to their homes, they usually just go out and meet their friends in the city. Americans like to have friends over to their homes for drinking, dinner, just spending time together, whatever. So they probably didn't enjoy that we regularly had friends over, and most likely hated that we had 10+ people drinking at shouting on that night in particular. So ridiculous situation 3 occurs when one of our neighbors starts banging on our door and SCREAMING at us in Italian. Of course Megan and I had no idea what they were saying, but our friend Adriano did. So she yelled at us threw the door, we yelled at Adriano not to let her in, and Adriano yelled back at her in Italian. All we could understand was the word "NO!" Over, and over, and over again. She it went something like this:
Girl: FJSFAKJDGSFHSK!!!!! (Italian yelling)
Us: DON'T OPEN THAT DOOR!!!!
Adriano: HFSLJDKLDSFH!! NO! FHSJLFJSK!! NO! DJSFLHSFU!! NO!
After that settled down we decided to do a few more funnels and head on over to the bar. At which point Adriano feel down the steps in a drunken stumble. While this isn't particularly funny, the fact that he literally complained about it for the rest of the night non-stop kind of is. Sorry Adriano, but you were fine. But all we heard was "Ahhh, I broke my back!" for hours. He maybe had a bruise.
Then as we are getting ourselves ready to leave, the boys put back on their pants. (Yes, they were pants-less this entire time). When my favorite, and most ridiculous part of the evening occurred. Megan and I realized that our friend John was a bit drunker than the rest. Drunk enough that we could play a prank on him.
So we took his pants and hid them. We blamed someone else. And we convinced him that it wasn't a big deal to walk the streets of Italy and go to very crowded bars in nothing but boxers. And he agreed. So we spent the rest of the evening laughing hysterically at all the people who just stared in awe at the drunk American who wasn't wearing pants at the bars. It was a St. Patrick's Day for the ages.
So remember, everyone is ridiculous, including American's living in other countries.
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