Big Night Out In Greece
When we agreed to do the ‘club package deal’ and the first
night was called The Big Night Out, we were all skeptical on how ‘big’ the
night was going to be.
It was big.
The night started with everyone from the hotel who was part
of the package had to meet at the hotel bar resulting in getting too close and
personnel with people we’ve never met before. On the plus side, due to
looking like an awkward trio a small group of girls came up to us and asked if
we wanted to stick with them and become friends, and from that moment they
couldn’t get rid of us! Well after they managed to escape the embarrassing bar games on learning peoples favourite sexual position.
Due to these new friends we meet ice-cream (real name Lewis but he was
wearing an ice-cream shirt so it stuck) he was a crazy drunk but at the same
time, even if he was super weird, he was the best person to stick with at a
party. We met so many people from him dragging them up to us introducing us and
then walking away to get the next person. To this day none of us can put
together a reason why he grabbed random people and none of them told him to get
off or go away but hey we made new friends.
Yet due to him introducing us to so many people we started
being called ‘Meg-Meg–Tash’ and to this day, that is my name in some peoples
phones, as it was easier to call all three of us the same thing as we were
always together. ‘Meg-Meg-Tash’ became the song of the holiday.
Once we got introduced to most people at the bar, and those
passing by, we finally met Jim, Jim isn’t his real name but it was just easier
to call him Jim. As a newbie to going out at that stage it was nice to find
another person who was happy to sit in the corner and just talk to people. From
that moment on, realising that we both hated where we were, we became good
friends…that and the fact we are both Welsh but either way. Sadly whilst Megan
and I were trying to find out more about him that’s when the first competition
started. Everyone who lives in Plymouth knows about The Range, except when
you’ve had a drink and no matter how obvious someone is making it to you that
they work at The Range, even when they say it started in Plymouth and the
founder has just sold his house, you aren’t going to guess it. But the high-5’s
I got when I guessed it right was extreme and annoyed Megan so hey it was worth
the pain of working it out.
Just a random and pointless story there for you!
Once we had
finally met everyone that Ice-cream could find, and got told off for doing the
conga around the bar, we managed to convince him that we needed a fish bowl to
celebrate making new friends. I don’t think anyone had ever seen a group of
girls down a fish bowl as quick as we did! There’s a limit to how many ‘games’
you can do with the reps till you need to get as much alcohol in your system as
quickly as you can!
For those who don’t know what to do with their ice after
they’ve finished a drink you should play passing-the-ice, this involves putting
an ice cube in your mouth and trying to get it round the group as many times as
you can. Whatever couple can’t then pass it on again has to kiss. It really
showed me that drunk girls are more fun to kiss then drunk guys…sorry boys!
Obviously it melted on my meaning I had to do the forfeit but luckily for Jim
and I, the rest of the group were to gone by this point that they didn’t see us
walk off to talk more about how I cant pronounce Welsh words. Oh what a wild
night Jim and I were having by this point!
For what was meant to be ‘A Big Night Out’ not a lot was
happening making the most exciting thing to happen (before we actually got to a
club) was watching a very drunk boy jump half naked into the sea…I still have
no idea how he managed to get out.
Finally, around 11, after leaving the hotel at 7, we got to
the first club. It was called Downtown and was probably my favourite club that
we went to in Kos, it played old school music and was underground. Why aren’t
there any clubs like this in Plymouth?
The atmosphere was just crazy with boys just picking you up
and dancing making you just want to dance more and act like you are in
an 80/90’s movie.
Sadly the do whatever atmosphere got a bit out of hand when
Charley hit her head on a lamp when dancing on the table causing her to have to
go to the medical centre to get stitched up again. Not the best start. By doing
what our rep asked which involved getting water Jim and I then got kicked out of the
club meaning we couldn't stay dancing with our friends inside and we had to wait outside of the club but away from Charley and hope
that it wasn’t going too be long till we were moving to the next club. Luckily
it wasn’t and Jim and I was able to have a massive heart to heart but still,
how come the helpful ones had to be kicked out?
Moving on, quiet literally, we went to the ‘biggest’ club in
Kos, Starlight. Whilst getting pushed into the club by one of the reps because
somehow we didn’t realise that everyone had walked in, I discovered how
different people could be when drunk. The outgoing one when sober can sometimes
be the shy reclusive one when drunk and feels the need to stick with people
that she knows and the one that is completely against smoking and is known for
making her point clear on how much she hates smoking, is the drunk asking
anyone and everyone for a cigarette. Just my friends?
Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate that boys don’t have to buy
girls drink and these drinks weren’t being brought for me in order to get me in
bed…that I know of…but please don’t pour your drink in my empty cup when I
finish it or get mad if I let my friends have a sip of my drink cause it starts
to get creepy. Just a quick pointer for all those people (of both genders) who
likes to buy people drink. We are very grateful but don’t get to the point that
your friends are buying you and your ‘date’ drink cause it just gets awkward
then!
Another thing I learnt is that girls in the toilet are super
supportive especially when you are crying. If you ever want to make new friends
just go to the girls toilet on a night out, they are actually the best.
After a bit of a crying sesh we decided it was time to leave
at 2 in the morning. Due to still being on a high from making new friends we
decided to try again with a group of lads this time. We found out that some of
them will be moving to Exeter soon for uni which started the week long Exeter
vs Plymouth battle. Whilst my best friends were out sassing the boys on
feminism and what its like to be Bi sexual, I became friends with a boy who I
am going to call Marcus because he looks like Marcus Butler (other people in
the hotel started calling him Marcus as well) and had a Disney sing along and
debating whether to find a karaoke bar to make it more serious. We decided not
to when Cards against Humanity was brought down.
Sadly the game was stopped twice when a small group of girls
came over to complain about how boys think its okay to rape girls when they are
super drunk and how a security guard stopped them from taking a girl back to the
hotel but just let the boys harass her. This is why we need feminism people!
It had to stop again whilst Jim decided to be a drunk dick
as he walked past me in front of everyone to the extreme that Brad, the last of
the trio with Jim and Lewis, came back downstairs to apologise for him and
invite me back to his room to have a go at him. Of course Megan and I took this
opportunity up. Turned out that when we got there the idea of having a go at
Jim was less exciting then sitting down with a bottle of water. (Just for your
information Jim apologised the next day even though he really wasn’t that bad).
Drunk boys confuse me!
Whilst talking to Marcus and his friends I discovered that
they had a better room then we did and I wasn’t happy with that, especially as
they had air conditioning! This involved me dragging them to their room just to
see the difference. I didn’t realise how hot Kos was till I stepped out of
their air conditioning room! Due to the room being nice and cold a few of us
decided to stay whilst the girls and the rest of the boys stayed downstairs
playing cards against humanity till they decided to go swimming in the sea in
their underwear, nothing says friendship then swimming together half naked. As much as I wouldn’t want to go even if they did invite me to
go (technically they did but it meant running after them and I don’t run) I
should have gone just to get the key to the room. Whilst deciding what would be
more comfy, the hall way or a sun lounger, Marcus guided me to his room and
said I could sleep in his bed till they got back. Which was super kind and nice
of him, until all his friends who were in his room turned up and all those in
the spare room with the spare beds were still at the beach with the key to that
room…ideal!
I still don’t think Ben has forgiven Marcus for making him share his
room, I want to say I’m sorry but there was air conditioning and a comfy bed; I
wasn’t going to leave no matter what!! Sadly we were rudly awoken by the
swimmers dragging me back to the boiling room even though Marcus said I could
stay. I didn’t even stay in my room for 5 minutes before I walked back to
theres and take over Marcus’s bed whilst he and the rest of the boys were
trying to get their neighbours to shut up.
No regrets.
Turns out it really was a big night out!
Talk to you later x
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