Yet another country day. Australia day was only two weeks before. Now, as an ignorant American of course I am unaware, but man these days can be fun. So far, Irish day has been the only thing close to matching Swedish midsummer but I’d have to say that the Swedes still take the cake.
My temporary roommate, Johan and I decided to start our day off right with a big ass bottle of wine. We then proceeded to bust in on our half-naked neighbors, John (the dude from Boston) and some girl. Afterwards, we all went out to commence partying with the Irish crowd. They formed a parade which would’ve been fun but Johan needed to stock his bar, so we had to miss the parade. But, afterwards we had REAL breakfast in a bowl of White Russian cereal at a local restaurant. It was quite strong but the Kahlua does its trick, man. After that, I do believe we were all on our way to getting friggin’ locked (Irish term for drunk, smashed, hammered, etc.)
The rest of our day was such a blur, dude. Honestly, it seemed too short. Johan and I went tubing with two friends. Tubing is where you hold onto a single or multi-person tube and get dragged along by a boat (we all did single tubes, but at the same time). We were all so smashed that they shouldn’t have let us on, but we knew the guy and he hooked us up. Johan was the first to fall off and I came in 2nd. We had a bet… but we were all so fucked up that afterwards everyone just kinda forgot.
Two more bottles of wine and lots of nudity later I was stumbling home to shower and go into work. My night was crazy and from what I hear it was pure comedy. To get girls to come into the clubs I would run up and bite them on the neck or shoulder, to which I did get pushed a few times, but I wasn’t to be deterred. I also know that I gave at least two strange girls hickies, because they came by the next night and gave me a hard time about it. What’s the problem? By the end of the night I was leaning against the wall afraid to move ‘lest I fall in a manner most-unflattering. I didn’t even have to clean that night. My coworkers brought me my money and random girls brought me food. Basically, I just made out with girls all night and infuriated my newest boss, but our Greek bartenders love me and told him to STFU. Even the owner, Frankie, saw me in my state but he just laughed.
You think I’m done?? Nope. Afterwards, Johan got off work and walked me to another club. I just drank water for an hour where, upon my insistence, we went back to shots. The last club to close on Ios is a place called Scorpion, where we partied until around 11am. Afterwards, we stole a giant road mirror and smuggled it home (picture below).
So what is my conclusion to this fantabulous story? Well, the only thing I have to say is: don’t do it unless you are prepared to accept the consequences. We partied literally 24 hours and somehow I survived the onslaught. Nobody thought I’d be around the next day but I was; I still am, malaka! Dat’s how we do on da Westsiiiiide, homey. Nevertheless, I’ve been sick ever since with multiple ailments which include: sinusitis, a yellow tongue, a jacked up ankle and sore muscles from drunk-tubing and refusing to let go even after being tipped. It could’ve-should’ve been worse…
Pog mo thóin!!
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