wet silence

expat life is about working and having fun in the most balanced way possible
many have their families far away, and friends are hard to find and make
people become your family in one way, but at the same time, the great majority of relations are quite superficial, which, as far as parties are concerned, does not terribly affect the result

yesterday, there was a St Valentine's party in the capital
someone with an awesome house offered to host such an event, and a dress code was developed and duly sent to all invitees by email in advance, so
if you were in red, you were not available; the opposite to green
if you were in black, you were not only available but desperate
white made you available but not very experienced
a flowery material made you open to all possibilities
and purple made you non available but negotiable

many nationalities and personalities gathered, bottles of all sort of alcohol were opened
at some point, i felt four hands grabbing me
all of a sudden, total silence
i was deep down in the pool with my clothes, sandals, jewelry and glass

from that moment on, i felt the hands-grabbing moment followed by the silence many times
to the point that by the end of the party, once absolutely everybody there had been thrown into the pool, one or several times, i counted about 20 times of screaming nooooooooo
followed by the wet silence

once you get into the mood, and you are absolutely soaking wet, you want everybody to be the same, so i will confess being the instigator of many other people's wet silence