American Night

Beer and Graffitti-- International Night had it all. And the great American pasttime:
After getting back from Turkey, I had just an afternoon in Nicosia, leaving for Ayia Napa in the morning.
That night was the International Festival, or whatever, at the University. A bunch of us had formed the American Society (by request from the University, so yeah, now I get to say I'm a founding member) and so we were required to have a booth and show off our culture. How did we do that? With beer, hotdogs and hamburgers on the grill, chips and for our cultural activity... Beer Pong! (actually Beruit, but since most of our GLS group is from colleges that don't know the difference, we let the title slide). We all referred to the evening as American Night, since we took over and just held a regular (aka "great") GLS American party, considering all the other people/cultures there just extra party guests. We all had a blast, and it was nice as kind of our last big fling in Nicosia, since we were headed to Ayia Napa in the morning, and a number of people weren't going, and others were leaving right when we got back, so it was our last party all together. We were loud, crazy, and had the best time.

Okay, now I'm skipping the Ayia Napa weekend for a moment (that'll be the next post, which will go up in a minute, don't worry. I'm playing post-catch-up today, and other productive stuff today).
One of the favorite activities for the GLS crew, after going out clubbing and sunbathing on the roof of the Gabriel Apartments (it looks like the Jersey Shore up there some days), is of course partying on the roof of the Gabriel Apartments!
Our little goodbye party involved drinking and graffitti-- two of our favorite party games. We all wore white tee-shirts and brought markers and signed each other. Much better than a yearbook, but because we had no fabric markers, we probably will never be able to wash those shirts. Eww. Still cool though. We even let Dave's friend join in on the signing fun, even though he's from England. We pretended he was an American for International night, too, and most of the signatures on his shirt had to do with how much cooler America is than England. I'm sure he agreed... or at least he'd better have, because we were on a roof. :D