The "babaganoosh" was out to get us that night, according to my friend. The "babaganoosh" was my friend's way of saying the babaduke's name. The babaduke was a demon or something in a horror movie and it freaked them out. My friend couldn't remember what the demonic creature's name was so she came up with her own name for it. It's now one of our many inside jokes. We all got so much closer that night. We may have not been completely sober, but it was definitely a night we'd remember.
11:00pm: The parents all finally leave the second floor and go to their rooms. Finally. Our meeting place was the second floor. Bathrooms were in both corners of that floor. No staff members really walked along that floor. There were no bedrooms on that floor. We wouldn't be disturbing anyone.
12:00am: We had a few drinks. Everything was good. We were just talking about hockey, ranting about people, laughing about stupid things, the usual.
1:00am: We may have had a few more drinks. Everything was funny to us at that point. It may have been the sleep deprivation or the alcohol. Who knows? All we knew is that we were young and having fun.
3:00am: There was something that sounded like a crash and a big thud. Was that thunder? No, it couldn't have been. It wasn't raining outside.
3:10am: There it was again. It sounded more like a crash this time. Oh well.
3:20am: It sounded even louder this time. The lights flickered. We all were a little freaked out. "It's the babaganoosh guys."
3:25am: "Should we go see what's going on?" "Guys, I have to pee, but I don't want to go alone. What if the lights go out?" "Fine we'll come with you but first let's go see if the front desk is open."
3:28am: Oh good, someone's there. "Hi, do you know why the lights flickered like that?" "I don't actually know, this has never happened in the 20 years I've worked here. But they said it should be fine." "Is it safe to use the elevators?" "Honestly, probably not."
3:30am: "Guys, it's fine, let's just go back to the second floor." We started walking up the stairs. There was a loud boom again. "Guys, relax, nothing's going to happen. She said it shouldn't happen again." Then everything in the hotel shut off. All four of us dropped to the ground in fear or shock. We just laid there freaking out. Everything was completely silent. The only thing we could hear was our own heartbeat.
3:31am: The lights came back on. I got up first. I pulled my friend up with me. We found our two other friends huddled together and crying. Meanwhile, my other friend and I were laughing hysterically at what had just happened. "See guys, I told you it was the babaganoosh."
Two of us crying and the other two laughing. Nothing described our friendship so well. That night became our favorite tournament memory so far. We still can't get over it.