Well, from my understanding this tradition has been going on here with my friends in Trnava for years. Some like it, but most hate it....and through that hatred some have started turning a helpless drenching into an all out water war. So this year there were 4 of us girls who did NOT want to be woken up early to be drenched and be mad about it. We also didn't want to cower away in a hotel somewhere (as that would not be of good sport). So we decided to find a happy medium.
Somehow in the midst of random brainstorming for this particular morning, we decided to stay up all night in preparation for the boys coming to our apartment so that we would be "awake" enough to get THEM wet too and fight. We thought it was a brilliant plan. The girls came over and we had a very entertaining girl's night, full with hair styling, Napoleon Dynamite, games, junk food, etc. We prepared the hall way for a total soaking, taking out electronics and clothes. We filled pitchers of water and put them in strategic places so that during battle we could defend ourselves. Our idea was that we would all be waiting in the bathtub with buckets of water so they couldn't throw us in, and in the meantime we'd be drenching them too which they wouldn't expect. I even wrote a provoking poem and taped it on the door so that they would know we were not going down without a fight.
This was still a good idea to us, until about 4 am when we were all incredibly tired and irritated that the boys would put us through such an ordeal. We heard from a credible source that they would be coming to our flat at 5 am. So we made it through that hour and were totally ready for war. Then it turned to 5:15, 5:30, 5:45 and we were dropping like flies. I texted Dan (the ring leader) about that time and asked when they would be there to do the deed. I got a text that said, "6:30". By this time were not happy and thought this was a terrible idea....but we were good sports and made it through till 6:30.
Around 6:40 I see their car outside and we lock and load for war. Some of us in the bathtub with Anya ready to open the door. We were READY, let me just repeat that.
After a little coersing Anya lets the boys in. I peekd through the closed shower curtain and saw them with nice clothes on which was my first giveaway that something was wrong. Then I saw some of them with a flower, oh jeez. So they come in the bathroom and we have buckets in our hands ready to throw. Ethan comes in with 3 flowers and that whip thing and gently hits our legs a few times. In the meantime, us girls have a stupid deer-in-the-headlights look on our face, buckets in hands, looking at about 10 guys in our hallway looking at US taking pictures and laughing. I'm sure our jaws were dragging on the ground by this point.
I say something like, "ARE YOU SERIOUS!?" and get out of the bathtub with my bucket and they all start moving a little closer to the door. "WAIT A MINUTE! WHAT JUST HAPPENED HERE! SOMEBODY'S GETTING WET!!!" and by this time they were briskly moving out of the house and going down the stairs. I go out to my bedroom window and look down at all of them and say, "Thank you for the flower but WHAT?!" and threw a bucket of water down 8 floors.
So we stand there for a while looking and feeling ridiculous, ticked off at the fact that we stayed up ALL night for that....not mad at the boys giving us the flower (cause it was SO SWEET!!!!) but mad at ourselves for actually staying up. We made breakfast and went to bed and crashed till the afternoon.
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