Last night we hosted our going away party in our apartment. Thanks to Duster Dan for all the lovely decorations and tiki bar.
One by one our guests showed up wearing their South American-esque clothing and in some cases, props. The music of Seu Jorge was singing in the background as the cheesey Guyana eco-toursim video was playing on TV.
After few Mojitos it was time for the tart packing contest. Our reigning champion Steve managed to stuff 5 tarts at once into his food hole at our Christmas party last year. The challenger, Patience, was a new comer to the competition. You can watch the result, here.
Next up? Prize draw. Among the prizes were a Super Nintendo, an assortment of various alcohols, a rice cooker, and one voucher to shave my head. Brandon won first place and decided he was going to wield the clippers.
I was confident in Brandon’s abilities as a hair dresser. His limp wristed technique boasted experience. Unfortunately other would-be hair stylists got involved, and eventually mistakes were made.
Finally, Chandra had to step in to apply the finishing touches.
After I was done, Patience and Dave decided to shave their heads too… Leo needed some convincing but eventually succumbed to peer pressure.
