Red Pirates party on Boracay
There was this guy that left today….lets call him Lance…mostly because that’s his name. Well, this happinin’ cool cat spent a good amount of time here for his vacation and decided to throw a going-away party for himself after a month of dutiful service on the island. I found out the night before but everyone else seemed to know about it a week earlier than myself…. I blame the booze.
There was food everywhere. It was on the bar, the table, outside, in the sand when people puked, everywhere. Jesse was fire-dancing drunk again, which made for some good video. These times are completely off, but they’re in order and thats all you need to know…
- 4pm: Cocolocos, Denis, Daniel, and myself are drinking and thinking about the free-food party later in the night. Sounds good, but hell, we all started drinking too early. Storm is kicking in.
- 5pm: Monty is drunk and complaining about ‘if’ and ‘when’ the party’s starting. We assure him they’re already cooking the food, but he insists that ’someone’ told him otherwise.
- 6 pm: Monty’s gone.. passed out is likely. I’m drunk and eating beef schnitzel at cocolocos.. good salty drunk food. Forgot about the party.
- 7 pm: cocolocos makes good drinks
- 8 pm: Walk Past Red Pirates, see people gathering…lots of Filipinos….much more than usual for this end of the beach so I stop in. People gathering for the party–guest of honor not arrived yet.
- 8 pm or so: Lance arrived. We’re all drunk.inside of Red Pirates is packed. Tequila sounds right!
- 8pm: tons of food! Shitloads! Fuckin-A Lance… this is great! I wont list it because…well, it was fucking awsome and you werent there so you lose out!
- 10 pm: inside, outside, garden, and surrounding areas are packed. Everyone is drunk. They claim to have video of me singing…I hope not.
- 10:15 pm: William, Ryan, every main island singer/performer is here. somewhere. please damnit—stop ringing the bell! free shots all around. over and over. why is this girl in my pockets…oh yea, thats why. free shots need tequila chasers.
- 11:00pm: Jesse does firedancing with the sticks… drunk as hell. Tosses a few into the trees and …well, good times.
- 12:00 midnight: storm rages in…. drunks stumble about. Carla says that her good friend tagged me as the “strange guy”. Great, now I’m a freak stalker and never got to be freaky. Tequila is in order…mucho!
- 12:02 am: Carla tells me that she doesnt remember my telling her that i liked her 4 months back… and says “thats cute”. ………….. hmmm…………………….. ok. Tequila shot!
- 12:05 am: JD decides to be the “weird guy” stalker he’s already been labeled as
- 01am: something I dont remember, they say i was dancing. Someone has vid and pics.
- 01:? came home, computer.. left again
- 01:? head back to Red Pirates in search of food, theres none there. Jo Jo says theres nothing left but I know he’s full of it. brings me a little plate. Spend the next hour watching this girl try picking up another girl (which is a hot thing to watch) but they’re both too drunk so nothing happens. Bar runs out of tequila and San Mig Light.
- 02:? Blue Mango swimming at the height of the typhoon. Put my camera and 93 pesos and shirt in the dive shop.
- 03:? jeeze, thats some intense swimming and drowning. Lose my house keys, smokes, and sandals.
- 03?: note to self—do not dare the waves to “come on bitch!” when you’re already 2meters deep and the waves are a meter over your head. That shit hurts to get slammed to the ocean bottom in a flat second….and dragged about for another few seconds, on your face.
- 04:? walk back into Red Pirates and see people i dont know. I have shorts on I think. Vangie is macking with a german guy. I tell them all I’ve lost my keys and Vangie somehow knows I have left my outer guestroom unlocked. So I go there and crash after unsuccessfully attempting to break into the house.
- next day: Daniel V. from Sweden walks around the tiny ledge like it was the easiest thing, and gets into the house to unlock it.
Lance, Boracay can be fun…. its even better when you buy the food and booze! I’ve left a lot out of this story…. lots. like the part of me crawling uphill in the hillside flood zone to get home.
