on Classy Drinking: Pinkies Up, Y'all!

I studied abroad my senior year of college. During that trip, I explored and drank inside of a mansion multiple times. One of my study-mates became acquainted with someone of wealth; his parents worked in the South American entertainment industry. She liked him, he liked her. I tagged along, feeling no compunction in announcing the evening plans during our class dinners, then abruptly leaving with my classmate. Here is a list of the rooms, as we explored them, and according to him (with my thoughts, where applicable):

• a grand foyer

• a cloak room (easily 200+ hangers; he said he threw some wild parties)

• a gallery

• a great hall (BALLER AF!)

• a dining hall

• a ballroom

• a separate music room, where he could “play the piano instead of the orchestra” (idk)

• a billiard room (2 tables)

• a drawing room

• a study where he could study (no shit)

• the library for only his rare volumes (need a ladder)

• a conservatory (he didn’t grow weed, which bummed me out. Always wanted to try the weed that the ultra-rich smoked)

• the game room

• an armory (didn’t show me; I asked to see it four times. On the final request, he said “You’re so drunk, there’s no way we are shooting guns right now.”)

• a shooting range, just to stay in practice (see above)

• a pool room to compliment the outdoor pool and it's cabanas and nearby kitchen greenhouses (BALLER AF!!!!)

• stables

• a wine cellar (showed him how to open a bottle of wine with a shoe; he got a kick out of that)

• a pantry (bigger than my fucking living room)

• the butler's pantry, and, of course, simpler rooms, just for immediate family, such as...

• a family kitchen and...

• less formal dining room and...

• a parlor, not to mention...

• bedrooms and...

• dressing rooms and, of course...

• closets and powder rooms and baths, and...

• a garret for his grandmother-in-law (LOL)