remember when I said I was bored with taking pictures of drunk people? somebody heard that and responded with the wildest, craziest thing I’ve ever seen at a party. They had a water boarding party. In priest robes.
They swore up and down that they’d gotten them legally. The robes. And as for the water torture, well, what’s a little torture between friends?
Actually, everyone pouring got poured on too, so it was at least sort of fair. And there was a “safe word,” in the form of a hammer that the person on the board would drop when they’d had enough. Which was usually seconds. Nobody made it very long.
Right now, you’re thinking to yourself, “Did MM get waterboarded?” and the answer is a definite no. I drowned once before (note, the near-death count has gone up since then), was resuscitated, and for about six years of my childhood I didn’t go near the water, and I took very shallow baths. So, I don’t need to experience simulated drowning, I’ve had the real thing.
Other than the torture, it was a pretty standard evening, with a lot of beer and liquor consumed, and crashing out on the couch. I hadn’t been letting myself get that drunk, but once in a while it’s fun. At least I didn’t black out.
