Paddy’s come in eventually after coping a feel with one of the Norweigens, however he was told “I think you should leave now” when he tried to reach third base. He did a hell of a lot better than I did last night, and all I have to show for it is a sore head. Nonetheless after a day of hangover recovery, and in lieu of our poor efforts, I’ve convinced Paddy to do a tour of the block to see if anything’s about. It is a Saturday night in Santiago after all.
“I fuckin’ hate reggae and ska” I mumble as we pass the only club in the area hosting a reggae and ska night. Twenty minutes later and we’re paying in and dancing to reggae and ska. It turns out to be semi decent, with two live acts playing some dancible tunes. It’s an absolute hole of a place though, and one visit to the toilet proves I need to nip back to the hostel to do the business. There’s no loo roll, no door covering the cubicle, or any form of lighting. However there was plenty of vomit on the floor, some seriously dodgy cleaning (if any) and numerous members of the public crammed in for a social coke session. A return to base gives me a chance to swap my four day old jeans for the kilt. I wasn’t going to let last night happen again.
Or was I? I’ve been accosted by plenty of nice girls, many wanting to see what I wore under the thing, and at a given point I’ve said to Paddy we need to slow down with the booze to maximise our chances (of more rejection). Once again though we’re rattling through the stubby beers, jumping around to ska music and not getting anywhere with the locals. The Irishman brings another blinder out of the bag when he starts playing noughts and crosses on a girls arm, I write my contact details on another, and we both go home alone in the rain wondering what we’ve done wrong. Paddy is then fascinated by an orange hat adorning the head of a brunette in a cafe, who rightly beats a hasty retreat from the odious foreigners freaking her out. Two nasty burgers later and we’re tucked up in bed without so much as a kiss to be thankful for, and I point blank refuse to give Paddy one.
Forcing it
Paddy’s come in eventually after coping a feel with one of the Norweigens, however he was told “I think you should leave now” when he tried to reach third base. He did a hell of a lot better than I did last night, and all I have to show for it is a sore head. Nonetheless after a day of hangover recovery, and in lieu of our poor efforts, I’ve convinced Paddy to do a tour of the block to see if anything’s about. It is a Saturday night in Santiago after all.
“I fuckin’ hate reggae and ska” I mumble as we pass the only club in the area hosting a reggae and ska night. Twenty minutes later and we’re paying in and dancing to reggae and ska. It turns out to be semi decent, with two live acts playing some dancible tunes. It’s an absolute hole of a place though, and one visit to the toilet proves I need to nip back to the hostel to do the business. There’s no loo roll, no door covering the cubicle, or any form of lighting. However there was plenty of vomit on the floor, some seriously dodgy cleaning (if any) and numerous members of the public crammed in for a social coke session. A return to base gives me a chance to swap my four day old jeans for the kilt. I wasn’t going to let last night happen again.
Or was I? I’ve been accosted by plenty of nice girls, many wanting to see what I wore under the thing, and at a given point I’ve said to Paddy we need to slow down with the booze to maximise our chances (of more rejection). Once again though we’re rattling through the stubby beers, jumping around to ska music and not getting anywhere with the locals. The Irishman brings another blinder out of the bag when he starts playing noughts and crosses on a girls arm, I write my contact details on another, and we both go home alone in the rain wondering what we’ve done wrong. Paddy is then fascinated by an orange hat adorning the head of a brunette in a cafe, who rightly beats a hasty retreat from the odious foreigners freaking her out. Two nasty burgers later and we’re tucked up in bed without so much as a kiss to be thankful for, and I point blank refuse to give Paddy one.
A day off is required.
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