Foam Party

Foam Party. What can I say? It’s a lot of foam, alcohol and so much fun! I was sceptical at first, why would anyone in their right mind get dressed up looking lovely to go out, only to get wet and looked drowned as a rat when they are finished? I’ll have you know my fellow readers; if there are any, that it is a wonderful experience. Foam is a beautiful thing- it reminds me of bath time when I was younger- putting the foamy bubbles on my head for a laugh, and creating a bubble beard and then pretending to shave it off when they started to pop (yes, it sounds lame but as a 6 year old, it is pretty darn cool; ask anyone.)

Anyway, I’m getting off the topic slightly, reliving my childhood. The fact of foam is that it gets you wet but better than just having water poured over you, which is essentially what it is but we won’t get into the technical components of foam. It is absolutely hilarious to watch others have foam on their heads and on their face looking ridiculous knowing that what they look like mirrors what you look like. Oh, the horror indeed of realising that you are standing there with foam everywhere looking like a complete moron, but the beauty of it is that nobody cares. Nobody cares that your hair is soaking wet, your mascara has run halfway down your face and you are spluttering trying to get your breath back because everyone is the same.

Oh yes, the spluttering to try and get your breath back. The worst part about a foam party is halfway through you realise that you can’t actually breathe anymore! The first bout of foam is the best, when it first falls on you and cools you down- there’s nothing like it; no way to describe the feeling of excitement that bubbles up when you touch your head and feel foam. The second, third and probably even the fourth time this happens, the same feeling bubbles up inside of you and it is marvellous…

And then you get to the fifth and sixth round of foam and you’ve been trying to wipe it off your face and head since the fourth bout with no success. The foam is on your hands and wiping your face only adds to the foamy problem. Even this can’t get you down that much, but then you inhale the foam and things go drastically wrong, that’s when the feeling changes. You can’t breathe all of a sudden without inhaling the foam, and you don’t want to inhale the foam because it makes you can’t breathe. So whilst you are trying to rid the foam from your face, trying not to breathe it in but breathe period, and then another round of foam hits you square on the head that travels down to, you guessed it, your face. It is frustrating but you can’t help but laugh at how ludicrously annoyed you look with the foam.

Then there is walking home, where it is lighter than in the club, clearer and a lot less foamy, and you look towards your friends properly and can’t help but burst out laughing at how funny they look with the foam still on their head, slowly dissolving. At this point you have to check how you look in the nearest car window- I advise you not too (it’s not pretty.)

Evidence on my shoulder of a good night out ^^

Don’t get me wrong, besides the minor (yes, minor) detail of not being able to breathe, foam parties are one of the best nights out I’ve had at university since I have been here. If you have the chance to go, then do go, don’t miss out on it! I recommend a thousand times over. Word of advice though, do NOT wear sandals; they will, for sure, slide off your feet (speaking from experience.) Over and out!