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Princess Sparkles' Birthday

Well, yesterday was Sara’s birthday, and it was a LONG day. Everyone here calls Sara "Sparkles" because of her penchant for wearing glittery makeup. We had a scavenger hunt, using cameras to capture pictures of whatever items each team could find from a list of 69 actions and items. The items were anything from absurd to dangerous, and we had only two and a half hours to get it all done.
We broke into three teams donned our uniforms, and began scouring the city and countryside with our lists.
At the end of the day we all met at a Chinese restaurant had too much food and drink, then went home and put everyone’s pictures up on a projector. The one sober woman amongst us was the judge, and we pored over our photos, tallying points for stuff from the list we’d managed to take pictures of. My team won by one point, but I have to say if anyone deserved to win it was Sara and I’ll tell you why: One of the items on the list was “Kiss a water buffalo”. Everyone else decided after taking one look at this that they would just skip that one. Not Sara. We now actually have a photograph of her kissing a water buffalo on the ass. ‘Disgusting’ some might say. I say ‘Devoted’.
The thing that most helped us win was the fact that we got one point for each beer we consumed during the day, and since we had a driver shuttling us around my two teammates and I were able to drink beer in the car all afternoon. I have no idea if that is illegal like it is back home, but most laws are very loosely enforced here anyway.
The one picture of Brian holding money is taken inside what has become one of my favorite stores here:The fireworks store. As you can see in the background of the photo, it's wall to wall poorly made explosives in there. IT KICKS ASS!! We bought a bunch of mortars that only professionals would be able to get in the U.S. and a string of 10,000 firecrackers. No misprint here. Ten fucking thousand firecrackers! They were supposed to go off in a long string, but they kept falling off as i tried to unroll it so we just lit it in a big pile. Imagine ten thousand firecrackers all going off within about 10 or 15 seconds. It was intense. It gave off heat like a bonfire. A huge, LOUD bonfire.
As with most stories, there is more than one moral to be learned here:
1.Don't kiss waterbuffalo(unless someone dares you to, you pansy)
2.Fireworks ROCK!!!