Frostbites, handicapped toilets, milk crates and near arrests

One of the few stories from 2004 that I recall more than 40% of is the Frostbites night of Green Week.

Frostbites is a club/pub in the city and to be honest I don't really remember much about the place at all except the toilets were upstairs and quite difficult to find. Over 100 drunk uni students were in attendance for the ridiculously cheap drinks, including 1 hour of free beer. Ben who hadn't really drank very often before asked me what he should order. This was probably a mistake, after waiting in line for quite some time to get to the bar he ordered his triple scotch. Now as you can imagine it made sense to skull one drink and buy another in order to minimise waiting time for drinks (as they wouldn't serve you if you already had a drink, to avoid people stockpiling during the cheap times. So Ben returned with a glass and announced, 'this is a double, I skulled the triple'. He later vowed to never to drink another triple scotch again, at the penalty of paying me some amount of money. One day I'm sure I'll be able to tell the story of Ben breaking this vow; but not yet.

I don't really know much of what happened while we were at Frostbites, however I do recall when the beer finally hit my bladder and I was unaware of the upstairs area (where the toilets were). It seems many people had the same problem and had formed a que outside the single handicapped stall on the ground floor. I was fer too drunk and cocky to wait in a line to piss so I just followed some scared looking guy into the toilet and made quite a mess of the handicapped toilet sink. I think the other guy on the toilet had stage-fright.

The next memory is of Ben sitting in a stupor in a corner cursing triple scotches while barfing into a plastic potted fern. The following few hours are very sketchy. Picture it a montage of 100 drunken uni students running around the city. There was a large circle of singing stupid songs, I lost and found Ben several times who by this point was really my responsibility and there were milk crates worn as helmuts being used to headbutt duel in a park somewhere. I also managed to walk into a pub with the crate and pour a beer on my face trying to drink through it before security said I'd have to leave it outside.

Now at some point during all this stupidity, myself and Ben stopped for Subway and somehow lost the entire crowd of 100 people. This didn't last long however, as we stumbled about the city looking for friends we followed the loud screams to stumble across the same 100 uni students running naked through the streets.

The last notable event of the night was when all 100 people tried to fit into a very very small 7/11. approx 3mx4m.
We were crushed into the walls while more and more people tried to fit in and everybody starting eating everything in the store. You'd think of 100 educated people, just one of them would have noticed the store clerk calling emergency. When the police came we were defacing some form of monument or something when the police came and we scattered. A taxi dropped me off at my car at Monash at the same time as an unidentified car dropped Ben off in the same carpark. We have yet to establish who drove him there.

The following day I sat on my new milk crate and played cards all day.