Birthday Party/Swearing Party

My roommate Meg, from Berkeley, is turning 23 today and I wanted to make it a special one for her. She says nobody ever remembers her birthday so I figure we can't go wrong. I put a bunch of mini cupcakes on a platter and get little candles for her to blow out. When she comes back from seeing Wicked we have a mini celebration in the dorm. Then we go downstairs to the Scary Canary for Thai buckets. It's a sand castle bucket with alcohol Red Bull and juice mixed together. The six of us share them and then head out for some dinner. The only place that's open is the Korean place a few blocks away. The Korean guy is more than excited. The group consists of me, our resident Korean, Meg, an Indonesian girl, Federico (from Rome), and Tim (from Holland) who I love since he reminds me of my Luxembourgish friend Olivier--I LOVE YOU OLIVIER! The Asians have a lot of fun watching all of the westerners attempt to use chopsticks. We are taught a few words in Korean and a few customs as well. We head back home in the freezing cold at about one o'clock in the morning and all go to bed.
Theat day almost everyone in the room leaves from the original crew. It's me, the Korean, and the Roman left. We get a new batch of people and all become instant frineds. That night we give Korea a swearing lesson in english. We teach him words I will not mention here, and rate them on a scale of one to five. One being the absolute worst, and five being words like darn or fudge instead of the f word. We roar with laughter rolling on the floor as he takes notes and then repeats the words back to us but he is so intent on learning them that he just finds it educational rather than funny. Though he does laugh the majority of the time. Especially when he teaches us how to swear in Korean. One thing I love about him is that he is so focused on learning the English language that I can see him constantly translating in his head even if he is not part of the conversation, and even sometimes while trying to go to sleep.
We get a question from the Roman, Federico, about something he's heard and wants to know if it's true. He asks "Is it true that you guys say 'number one' if you have to pee, and 'number two' if you have to poo?" We confirm this as a yes, and tell him that anybody in the english speaking world would know this if you say it. He thinks it's absolutely insane.
After much laughter, plenty of education, and mouths that should be washed out with soap, the Italian promptly ends the lesson by exclaiming that he has to go number one.