ÅRSFEST @RUC

On l'a fait tout seul
Du sous-sol au toit sans boussole
De la caresse au doigt dans l' boul
Ca vient de Boulogne

Årsfest. The RUC annual party. Before coming here, I didn’t know about this event. Now that I lived it, I’ll never forget this night. One of the best parties of my life, ever. I would be too long, much too long, to describe all the night, to write the praise this event deserves.

Just a few memories, a few pictures in my mind. It was for me the first time I got drunk in my class room. Also the first time I had such a good diner with the student of my course. Tortillas, Lasagnes, chocolates, French bread, many salads, many quiches, well, great. For the alcohol, cherry wine brought by José, beers, many, many beers, white wine, gin, martini. Enough to be drunk at 9 pm. It was the first time I run drunk in the hall of my study building making a race with friends. I also vaguely remember this moment when we’ve been dancing on tables in an empty amphitheatre, graffiting on the board stupid draws and words. And so many colours. Neons, lights, pink, green, purple, yellow everywhere. There was this fake rodeo machine, we were screaming each time somebody was falling from the fake buffalo. Five, six concerts all over the campus. And there was noise, music everywhere, in each street, in each ear, in each eye, in each bush, in each vein. People wearing costumes, a country music band playing under tents, hot dogs in every hand, Tuborg for 5dkk in every house, the canteen transformed into a dance floor, with spotlights, smokes on the ground…

Sometimes it’s better not to write too much. So just have a look at the photographs, and try not to cry realizing that Årsfest now belongs to the past, or worse, realizing that you’ve missed this colossal party, the party of the year.