Ok. So after that last entry where I was supposed to go to a piano bar, it didn't happen because apparently it sucked. So me and that group went down to the dance club they have here, which was pretty much empty. Even so, it was nice to have people to talk to. And these people were awesome. A guy from the bay area, a beautiful Spanish man (who was so cute and sweet and shy, it melted my heart), and two girls from Buenos Aires. Mostly me and Dave (from the Bay area) talked and the others talked, since it was easier to understand your own language with the loud music. I had a couple of cocktails and a shot of ouzo and they went straight to my head. I was sitting down and when I went up to go to the bathroom, it was just like "oh shit. This was not supposed to happen." But it's ok, it's not like I got completely wasted. Just quite wobbly and sleepy. I would like to note that I had those drinks over like a 2 hour period. So apparently my tolerance is crap.
Anyway, so that group of us met together in the morning at breakfast and rented a car together, and then drove up to an area called Paleokasistrati. I think. It was beautiful. So green. Lots of coves into the water, which was COLD, so I only swam once. So me and the Spanish guy (Juan) and Dave went to eat at the restaurant, then we laid there. And did nothing. And it was glorious. At one point me and Juan took one of the little boats out to see the sea caves and the coast line, and I had one of those moments when I looked around and thought, "Wow. My life is so amazing right now." I was on the mediterranean on a little boat on this stunning island, with this amazingly sweet and gorgeous Spanish guy. Just him and me, and the driver.
Anyway, shortly after that we started to drive back to our hotel, but got reeeally lost. But it was nice because we got to see a lot of the island which otherwise I wouldn't have seen. And it's just GREEN! whichi s awesome compared to other Greek islands.
After we got back, their group had to leave. I was actually really really sad to see them go. They were just so chill and laid back, very unlike the americans, canadians, and kiwis here who are all about getting wasted and complaining about their hangover the next day. Even when I got drunk (on accident) with them it was totally relaxed, and Dave kept asking me if i was ok. Dave was an interesting guy. He's 25, been travelling for 5 months, and he's just very...confident. Not cocky. But like, he knows what he's doing, he knows what he wants, and when he gets hungry he gets grouchy. The girls from Argentina were also very sweet. Their English wasn't too good but it was ok because they were just so nice, and we got along just fine.
Anyway, so I said goodbye to them and went to my room and moped for about 15 minutes. Then I decided I would rather not stay in my room for the rest of the night, so I went to dinner (which is free here, but crappy). Unfortunately the chef was just walking out but he prepared something for me anyway. So a bit after that, when I went to the club, he bought me a drink, which was nice. Then I was kinda standing awkwardly at the bar by myself, not knowing what to do with myself, so I simply marched up to a table and asked a guy if I could join them. It's much easier to do this with guys than with girls because with guys you can do it under the impression that you are there to flirt with them, even though that's not the case. So I was talking to these guys from Canada, and when I tried to shake the hand of the (cute) guy on my right, we spilled my drink all over me. So he got me another one. Two drinks bought by two guys in one night, though I only consumed one and like, a third. I have to say, it's kinda nice. After I had talked to this one guy for a while, I said Iw as going to my room. Which I was going to. But on the way up the (endless) stairs, I asked someo ther guys where they were from. Then I asked if I could join them at the other bar at reception, and of course they said yes. So I did, and for a long time we just sat at a table talking, and then I ordered a drink. We kept talking and then I felt the tipsiness begin and I was like "what is WRONG with me? I have only had two drinks in like FOUR hours!!" PLUS I was eating! Then at some point this one guy, John, ordered me another drink. I think that was around 4 AM. He was sorta flirting with me, putting his arm around me and stuff. I didn't really mind it, but when we went back to the table, he put his hand on my thigh, not even too high up, more towards my knee, and even though I was drunk, I just thought "HA! yeah right buddy, not gonna happen" and promptly removed his hand. He didn't try anything afterwards. Anyway, I couldn't finish that one drink, I had maybe a quarter of it. So, total drink count of the night bought: 4 (only 1 I bought myself). consumed: 2 1/2 ish.
I went to sleep at 5 and slept like a baby, though with some weird dreams. Woke up at 11:30. Now I'm just passing time until I go into town and get my history fix, being the nerd I am. Then I will probably lie on the beach for a couple of hours, see the sunset, go to dinner, and then I'll meet up with the guys from last night to hang out and maybe go to a different club.
Oh yeah, one funny thing: We're all drunk, it's like 3 AM, and we were talking about astrophysics and questions of the cosmos. Pretty awesome.
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