12 April 2012
There was a keepy uppy tournament at our hostel in Buenos Aires, a bit of a party hostel tbf. The tournament was taking place in the middle of the ‘dance floor’ which was just a cordoned off area of the communal space. In a moment of glory, I managed to win the tournament and was presented with a bottle of champagne by the staff, who were adamant that I should spray it over my fellow hostellers.
I was hugely reluctant at first, but after being egged on by about half a dozen attractive Argentinian ladies, I thought I would throw caution to the wind. I shook the bottle up and soaked everyone around me in cheap plop.
Their faces said it all.
There was a clear feeling of anger towards me, as half the guests had clearly spent ages getting ready for the evening (it was still quite early). I looked at my Mrs, whose face had gone from pride to worrisome disgust in about a minute and without saying a word, we both went straight to bed.
Awkward Moment • Opuss № I