PARTY BOYS: Grant (left) and Drew, doing the Jackass shuffle. (Gail Albert-Halaban)
MORNING HAS BROKEN, and the faint smell of barf lingers in the hallway as I make my way to the chaperones' condo. Inside, the situation seems dire. A lot of long faces. Some kids are having a hard time getting the ol' eggs to go down the gullet. But there are perky souls in the groupthose who abstained from drinking, including the Holy Rollers.
Apparently, the alcohol flowed freely after I left last night. At one point, things turned nasty when Katie, claiming to have overheard Julie talking trash about her earlier, called for a cageless death match right in the middle of the condo living room. Violence was averted when Brett muzzled Katie, though she managed to bite him on the arm several times. Tyler, Grant, and Drew-the-class-clown paraded into the living room wearing women's thong underwearstolen from the girls' luggage. They started doing the Party Boy dance and singing AC/DC's "You Shook Me All Night Long." A return trip to the hot tub followed, during which Tyler slipped on the deck and developed a bleeding welt on his back. All the while, the Holy Rollers were watching TV in the condo next door, occasionally peeking inside the party room and shaking their heads. Finally, around midnight, Nathan couldn't take it anymore. He knocked on the chaperones' door and showed them an empty vodka bottle.
Busted!
Sondag and the other parents rushed in and found several kids passed out or throwing up. They ordered everyone to bed, promising to deal with this debacle in the morning.
But after breakfast, the outrage seems to have faded. Sondag limits her remarks to one gloomy observation.
"There were a lot of bad decisions made last night," she says.