After going to Rainey Street with pretty much the only remaining parts of my Austin hostel crew last night and talking to them about the big hostel scandal of the three Australian girls getting thrown out on the street at 3am and escorted out by police, I think I can now piece together a definitive timeline of everything that happened.
It all started that morning when the tattoo faced bouncer downstairs was supposed to take the three girls to a spring as part of a hostel activity. But because he was too hungover the night before or something, he just stood them up. Being ornery Aussies, they were not pleased about this. That morning, for no reason, during breakfast they took the hostel's almond milk and left it in their room after using it for their cereal. Innocent, you'd think.
Nothing then was out of the ordinary until about 6 of us, including the three in question, were in the common/dining room upstairs later that night. This part I was present for. They all got plastered as they did every night here and then the Australian guy and British guy decided we should all go down to the bar the hostel is attached to.
This is where things get hazy for me, since this is when I tried to get the two Kristens from my room to come so I wasn't present when they actually went down. But once I did go downstairs, the two guys were nowhere to be seen and the three girls were yelling at the woman behind the counter and the tattoo face guy. He kept telling them to shut up and that they'd gotten complaints about them and that if they didn't stop antagonizing them, they were gonna get thrown out of the hostel. They were very upset about getting stood up by him the night before, so that's the prevailing theory on why they didn't stop as normal people would.
I was present from hereon until I left them at Rainey St. by themselves at 1am after they dragged me there instead of going to Sixth right next door. They seemed their normal, loud selves and didn't seem to even be thinking about the possibility of them getting thrown out.
Now comes the rest I didn't find out about at all until last night. The couple from New York got back from meeting friends at about 1:30-2am and since they were roommates with the Australians, the woman behind the desk who'd been yelled at by the Aussies the night before was side eyeing the couple, thinking they were part of the Australian debauchery. They weren't, but when the woman was side eyeing them as they opened their room, she saw the almond milk taken from the morning before.
Then things get hilarious. The woman was so enraged about the Australians being so terrible and annoying and loud at all hours of the night, that she walked in and poured the almond milk onto one of the girls' beds. She then started ranting and raving about how terrible they were to the NYC couple. Just as she was in the midst of this rant, loud female Australian yelling could be heard from downstairs. They were back.
The girl from NYC described this as "like a movie scene" with them arriving at that exact time. Well the woman was having absolutely none of this and said she was throwing them out, with no refund of course. The girls were brazen about it and said yeah you'll have to throw us out or give us a refund or we won't leave. The woman said, ok, I'm calling the cops. They kept daring her to do it. Then they found out the cops were on the way and still didn't seem to care.
Then things get hilarious and more weird. The woman sent up the tattoo faced guy to try to coax them to leave before the cops came, and he yelled at them like she did initially. But when the woman left, he brazenly started macking all over them, even telling the one with cornrows that she could stay in his bed at his apartment. Ok. Luckily, we won't know if this guy would've been Bill Cosby since the Australian guy here had a friend who volunteered to take them in for a night.
They did seem to express an interest in going to jail for the night though, practically begging and daring the cops to take them there. The cops just made them pack up in front of them and made sure they were out. The tattoo face guy told the cornrows girl that she had, and I quote, "nice undies". Smooth like margarine.
They threatened to come for breakfast the next day if they didn't get a refund, but unfortunately didn't. We didn't see them on Rainey Street last night and this made me incredibly sad. Hopefully I'll find them in Los Angeles again before realizing how annoying they were.
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