I had just missed the train to go to aikido practice, so I went home.
at home I noticed that it looks quite gezellig at my neighbours place, so I decide to go there instead.
I found out they were talking/doing homework/watching pr0n.
after some time all homework was done so it just turned into a conversation with pr0n constantly in the background.
that night also happened to be ladies night at our student bar, so one of the guys decides to view that as a theme we should follow...
naturally this meant that the other guys had their nails done, and one of them started trying on a pink nurse fetish costume one of the girls had.
at this point I was laughing my ass off... till they noticed that I was not "girlified"
I had fairly long nails at the time so the girls decide to give me a french manicure.
it was at this time that the dude, who temporarily tried the nurse suit on, left. (lucky bastard)
this leaves me with three girls and one other guy who is now putting a bikini on himself and stuffing it with socks.
followed by a pink dress.
as they had mostly ignored me in favour of putting make-up on that dude, I was again laughing my ass off. this was a mistake.
I had to wear a blue dress, fake boobs (socks in a bikini), my face got brutally changed (lipstick, eyeliner and some powdery stuff) and I had to wear a clip in my hair.
also, what kind of torturer invented eyelash curlers? I could hardly imagine women using that voluntarily.
roughly at this point I already realised that there was no way I was going trough this night sober.
memory is sort of fuzzy at this point, though I distinctly remember drinking at least some vodka, some cocktails, some wine, a pitcher of beer, dropshots and some mistery drink which ended up being more vodka and some tequila.
the overall state of drunkenness sort of made me start whore-dancing and I had amazing fun seeing the faces on the guys who tried to hit on me, only to realise I was a guy after I they heard my voice. (apparently the make-up combined with my long hair made it ambiguous or something)
Act first, then think, then try to find a way to cover up the horrible mess you made.
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