When bad planning almost gets you arrested

Today we drove to Ghent (another city here in Belgium) and had about 90 minutes to check things out. Then we drove to Brugge, and had about 8 hours to check things out. Keep in mind, these 8 hours weren't organized and filled with things we had to see. About one hour was for that. The other seven were for us to waste time with. So guess what a lot of our group did to pass the time?

Yay Alcohol!

A group of people almost got into a fight with the locals because they were noticeably drunk in the streets near a church, and then later on in the day the group caused a bit of a scene in the town square while we were waiting on the bus to leave.

Normally I would just blame it on us for being dumb college kids (note when I say us I don't mean to imply that I was part of the group), and while some of the blame obviously belongs to them, I definitely feel the bad planning that has plagued this city in particular had something to do with it. I mean, why on earth give us 6-7 hours of free time in a city where there is nothing to do? Of course the kids are going to drink.
The travel portion of this trip needs to be flexible, sure, I understand that, but there's a difference between flexible planning and straight up bad planning.

One cool thing came out of the city though. While the majority of our group was making a ruckus in the town square at the end of the day, about a dozen of us were chilling out on the other side of the place. Well, Imran told us how he told his friend Dede (his relationship with her is similar to mine with Sydney, so we could relate on how insane they drive us) that he would take a bullet in the left arm for her, and that she responded she would take a bullet in the left pinky toe for him. Then Sydney jumped in and tried to SOMEHOW explain that Dede was actually making a bigger sacrifice, and I told her that was obviously retarded.

Then Imran and Dede were arguing and Sydney and I were arguing and eventually things turned to blows (these are, you know, love taps and not actual punches, but we were whacking each other on the arms and whatnot). Well Lindsay was nearby and she didn't like the fact that I was picking on her little (Sydney), so she started to attack me, and...well, you can see what happened below.



Tomorrow we have a free day, so I'm going to sleep in and get some work done, per usual.