Partynight with Craig
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July 16th, 2007 – by: tpuell
Craig was huge in all directions, his blonde pale English countenance burned to a persistent lobster red by many months of Madagascar sun. He had protruding fangs under red veined eyes, and initially I was quite intimidated by his imposing frame and natural authority.
Every party night he managed to surprise with creative interpretations of the given theme. When Little Nick’s 18th birthday was celebrated under the theme “Transvestites”, Radoko (which means doctor in Malagasy and was Craig’s local name) fashioned his corset and shin protectors from cardboard and Aluminum foil which together with his elaborate makeup made him look like Silver Surfer after a sex change on some pretty good drugs. He launched into a freeform rendition of Queen’s We will rock you altering the lyrics eschewing the merits of life at Blue Ventures and warning off the local moonshine, Tocagas to which later that evening he himself helplessly succumbed.
When not partying, Craig was a phenomenal teacher whose funny anecdotes and engaging role-play schemes drove CPR and defibrillation as well as dive-related emergency procedures deep into our brains. How much easier is it to remember to perform CPR to the rhythm of “Nelly the Elephant: (or alternatively, in case of the absence of any family members “Another one bites the dust”) rather than some abstract number which I would repeat here except I’ve forgotten it.
One night Arnaud and Craig and I had a long and depressing discussion of politics and ecology, the military, ghettos, the war, race, riches and poverty, education, what-have-you. The kind of conversation that happens too rarely in the frenzy of everybody’s having to celebrate their leisure time and partying their worries away and under the carpet and that somehow binds you to the people you shared it with and that is refreshing in its bleakness.
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