After I graduated from high school I went to Europe with my senior class. It was chaperoned by teachers, and even though we were all 18 and able to legally drink in Europe, we weren't allowed to while on this trip. However, drinking was an essential part of our free time.
When we were in Dublin, there was no way we could pass up the chance to sit in a pub and have a Guinness before we had to head back to the hotel for nightly room checks. On a past high school trip to Washington D.C., the teacher put a little piece of masking tape on the door so it would break if it was opened and there was no way to cover up sneaking out. The teachers on this trip didn't do that. It seemed to be more like a just-don't-get-caught situation.
Our hotel in Dublin just so happened to be located next to a club, or disco, as my European friends would say. We were in Dublin for three nights, and the first two nights we spent flirting with the bouncers when we'd go outside and smoke (because that was allowed for some reason). The third night, the bouncers offered to let us into the club for free. We went to our room, put on our pajamas and waited for the room check. About an hour after that, we were up and doing our hair and makeup and changing into club appropriate clothes.
We slowly opened the door to our room and took a peek, the hall was clear. We carried our shoes so they wouldn't make the click-clack noise on the floor and made our way to the lobby. There was a receptionist there 24 hours, so we just had to nonchalantly walk out and hope she didn't notice we were part of the school group. We figured it'd be easy, after all, we didn't have any personal interaction with her. We walked out the front door of the hotel and put our shoes on. The bouncers smiled at us and we were escorted to the VIP (sweet!!!).
We had a few drinks, and I wasn't a big drinker at this time so I was pretty drunk (OK, I'll admit that I drink more frequently now and I still don't have a tolerance to brag about). We were dancing, laughing, and smiling at guys everywhere. One group came over, there were five of them and four of us, they asked if they could buy us some drinks. We consented, and they came back with a tray full of a shot called Coco Mojo, I don't know what was in it, but it was good. I had three of them. I danced and made out with some guy that was really hot, and then I decided it was a successful night and time to go back to the room.
Two of the girls weren't interested in going back, so two of us left and two stayed. We only brought one key, so we said we'd just go back, take showers, and wait for them to come back and lightly knock on the door. We silently maneuvered through the hallways, stumbling a little even without our shoes on. As soon as we arrived back in the room we started laughing and comparing notes from the night.
By time the other girls got back we were pretty tired and I'm not sure what exactly happened, but the receptionist took notice and told one of the chaperones they were out drinking. The threat was if we got caught drinking we'd have to spend the rest of the trip with a chaperone...including sharing a room with one. They only enforced that for one night for these two girls, so it wasn't so bad and we had our roomies and party partners back once we got to London.
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