Par-Tay

Yesterday was laid-back. At least until the evening.

We were all sitting around in the hostel's public area, wondering what we were going to do next, when a guy in a bikini top and a towel came up to us. He asked the girls if they wanted to come to a party he was throwing for a mate of his who was about to get married (stag party). The catch: they needed to wear bikinis. There was a girl with him, professing how harmless it all was (which always makes me more than a little suspicious). The girls didn't exactly understand what was going on, and I tried (unsuccessfully for the most part) to explain it to them. Eventually they got it, but still wanted to check it out, so they went over. After a while, one of them came back to get the rest of us, apparently it was okay for me to come as well. I figured I wasn't going to enjoy it much, but I didn't have anything better to do. Especially when all the people I was interested in hanging out with had gone to the party.

Calamity! In my haste to attend the party, I managed to hit a brick step in exactly the wrong way, taking a small chunk out of my big toe. The same one that had gotten into a fight with an escalator about a year ago (it lost that one too). Fortunately, Nadine (one of the Swiss girls) is a nurse, and we fixed it up well enough, and I went to the party.

The party was way more fun than I expected. It was just a few people (around 10 or so), hanging out drinking a bunch and having a good time. All but one of the girls were from my "crew", so I didn't feel like I was stealing the guy's thunder. All the guys were cool, but I never met the man of the hour. Apparently, they had been partying hard all weekend, he was crashed out in his room. Much fun was had.