Day 3 in tropical island paradise had the same weather as day 1 and 2. F%$@#^&*^%ing rain. Ya im a ginger but I would enjoy a lil sun now and then!! Anyway the lovely buckets from the night before caused an earth shattering hangover that pretty much lasted all day. We went for lunch and happened to run into some South African girls we know, Mary, Delia, and Marguerite. We went storm swimming with them in the ocean/sea/whatever type of water it was. Slightly helped the hangover but not much.
We didnt do much during the day because the weather was crap but again by night time it was nice again, seriously. Anyway, we decided to head back for naps and were gonna meet up with the girls at a nearby bar so we could prepare for the Half Moon party, which apparently was in the jungle, not on the beach. Lame. So we arrived at the bar a lil later then the time we said and for some reason John was in a panic. Apparently he didnt realize we were meeting girls so on time is actually an hour after the designated time. Eventually we saw the girls walk by on the street below. However, they just waved at us and kept walking. Confused? Ya we were too. As the story goes, Mary went to pet one of the many mangy homeless dogs that populate Thailand. Smart? Not exactly. The lovable creature bit her finger so she had to find a doctor and get rabies shots. Not exactly the best start to a night.
The girls finally arrived about an hour later and we decided to go get some body paint for the half moon party and head to our hostel to pregame and paint ourselves up. After about 2 hrs or so of body painting and drinking, we headed off to the party. We all clamored into the back of this tiny van like vehicle, which was similar to tuk tuks but a lil bigger. I must admit I was disappointed that we wouldnt be partyin on the beach for the half moon party, but we still had a blast.
Our rockin body paint obvi looked sweet as hell under the neon/black lights. Baby Stuart and I decided to split a bucket of booze. Good idea. We thought they made em strong on the beach but those were weak to the half moon party. John was the first casualty of the night. I saw him randomly stumbling down the hill and thought it would be a good idea to run after him to see if he was alright. He had enough and was going home with or without us. I ran back to see if Stu was ready to leave as well, I didnt care too much at this point. Stu replies to me, "Man, I just wanna dance," while doing a lil dance gesture and waving his hands in the air. He convinced me. So with that we split ways with John, not realizing how bad of a choice that would eventually be.
Stu and I got our dance on for another hour or 2 but the buckets finally caught up to us, especially Stu. I happened to notice at one point that Stus 'dancing' consists of passing out against a wall. I realized it was time to go. So Stu, Mary, and myself retired early around 430am or so. We got another van thingy back to where we were staying but it dropped us off at a common meeting place in our area, not the actual hostel. This wasnt good because both Stu and I were fading quickly. A few times I attempted to give Stu a piggy back ride while he whispered sweet nothings into my ear, and Id like to emphasize the nothings portion. Stu didnt grasp the 2 way street concept of the piggy back ride, ya gotta hold on Stu.
Somehow we made it back to our hostel after wandering for who knows how long. Only one problem tho, John had the key to get into the hostel and he was most likely passed out at this point. I tried yelling up to him to no avail. And honestly I just yanked on the door until it woke up the owners of the hostel and they eventually let us in. Oddly enough John was nowhere to be found. Dead, murdered, jail, lost, I didnt care too much and just wanted to sleep. Man am I a good friend or what?
Ill take a quick break from the story to mention something I forgot. When we were on Koh Samui and our driver was taking a piss on the side of the road, John took out his camera to take a picture of the guy. He then left it in the back of the van to never see it again. Stu happened to have 2 cameras, cuz hes soooooooo rich, and was nice enough to let John borrow the other one. Story resumes...
John comes stumbling in maybe about 20 mins after we get back to the hostel. He doesnt look pleased at this point, and rightfully so. Apparently after we went our separate ways he got into one of the cabs that can hold up to 10 people. Normally when leavin the half moon party they would wait for the cabs to be full before they would leave, but John ran into the wrong Thai cab driver. Long story short the guy stole Stu's 2nd camera that John had borrowed. Then the guy dropped John off in the middle of nowhere. Not a good night for John to say the least, but hey at least he wasnt killed. And the Half Moon party was really fun, I think that made up for it...
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