Inverness Night - Contiki 2013

On reflection of my trip to Europe i still find the most hilarious (not necessarily the best) night would have to have been when we stayed in Inverness, near Loch Ness. 

Basically, we just sat at the hotel drinking away as a group, having fun playing drinking games. As the night wore on, the bartender who had finished thought it would be a good idea to have a few drinks of his own cause apparently 'we got him a $3000 bonus'. Anyways, the bar at the hotel closed and we were lucky enough to get one (two) more rounds and we moved out into what i would consider a living room next to the lobby. 

At about 2am, when there were only 5 of us left, Rachel, Dane, Brent, Marie and myself, we hear what was assumed to be a man and a woman come back into the hotel and started causing a ruckus. At first, we thought it was Contiki people having too much fun so we started cleaning up the broken vase and water soaked areas in the lobby only to find out it was the 2 male bartenders. 

The one who had been drinking came in all hysterical (in a high-pitch, female like voice) crying and upset about going to lose his job and that he just got into a fist fight with the other male bartender. Apparently, they had been dating for a while and the other bartender had been seeing women too. He was bisexual and the gay bartender wasn't having a bar of it! Maree tried to calm him down but he ran off. Dane tried to settle the difference between them. They wouldn't listen. I continued to drink. Than the bisexual bartender came in and said the cops were on their way and we should all go to bed.

We decided to stay up.

About 2:45am the cops rock up, dogs and all looking for the bisexual bartender as the gay bartender happily went outside and wanted to be cuffed and taken away. He had thrown the first punch. The bisexual bartender went into hiding, running around the hotel. He even came back into the living room and attempted to jump out the window using a chair! Finally the police came and talked to them and left. Anti-climatic finish to the whole ordeal.

But the night was still young. It was only 3am. We were still drinking, we all had a glass of alcohol left, we were bored and not sleeping. Whose roommate could we possibly wake up? Marees sister? No. Dane's roommate Eddy? no. My roommate Callum? Not a chance. Then Brent said his roommate was Michael. Michael! It was perfect. No idea at the time but what was about to unfold was probably the funniest 15 minutes of the night.

We headed to Brents room and there was Michael sound asleep. What started as a joke quickly snowballed. As Michael was awoken by the noise we were creating, Dane said 'Come on Michael we have to get on the bus. We've been kicked out'. Rachel quickly followed 'Yeah there was a fight, now we all have to leave. Mark has the bus ready to go, just waiting on you'. Soon, we all had the same idea. Convince Michael that we had to get to the bus. At 3am. Totally legit.

At first, Michael was naturally skeptical, as well as sleepy. 'You guys are bullshitting' he cried. 'Let me sleep some more'. Dane became more passionate and serious. 'Seriously Michael, we have to go. Now'. I started to crack. Here we were, all with full glasses of alcohol drinking away trying to convince a man that we had to leave the hotel. Enter the bisexual bartender. After having being dressed down by the police, he was staying in a room not too far from Brents. Quickly realising the situation, he put on the most serious face, pose and act convincing of George Clooney winning an Oscar. 'Hey dude, you have to leave the Hotel. There has been a fight, my friend got shot in the leg by the police.' he explained in a serious, yet calm tone. I was in hysterics, quickly off to the bathroom to hide my laughter.

 Michael slowly rose. You could tell he was starting to question whether to stay or not. He got a fresh packet of socks, open them and put them on. He started packing. We had convinced him that we were going! Brent by this time, a true sportsman, had packed his back to further the story along. All the time we were holding glasses full of alcohol.

The bisexual bartender went further. After convincing Michael to pack his bag, he started asking Michael  if he had done any drugs cause the police were still outside. Michael denied at first, but then admitted to doing it within the last week. 'Did you do any in the Hotel?' 'NO!' Michael pleaded. Next step was to search his bag. 'Only the police can touch my bag!' Michael said. Eventually the gig was up. We had convince Michael to pack his bag, but the Hotel Manager entered and was wondering why the bartender was in our room. Quickly he was dismissed.

We can't contain ourselves, we burst out in laughter. Michael stood stunned, unsure what had happen. Slowly it clicked. We had just played the best, unplanned  practical joke. Then, it turned to annoyance and anger. 'Why me? Why did you have to pick on me? All i wanted was some sleep! You can all get fucked' he bellowed out. Eventually he just gave up, rolled into bed and preceded to go back to sleep, all the while we still were drinking what alcohol we had left.

About 4am we decided to head to bed, after staying for a while longer to converse on the events of the evening. Back to my room, where the light accidentally woke up Callum. 5 minutes later there was a knock at my door. It was Maree. 'The bisexual bartender followed me to my room so i ran back here. I think he wants me'. No worries, we had a spare bed she can stay in our room. Dane came across, before we knew it, it was stacks on Callum. Poor Callum wouldn't hurt a sole! Eventually it came around to 4:30am and we went to sleep. But did we have a story to tell and a video to share the next day.....