Thats about all I remember. I woke up when the brownout started at 8am. The girl (never got her name) said we met and ate tacos at Jammers and brought another 2 cartons home with some burgers. (??).

Ok, so now were in a daylong brownout on Boracay.  I keep using those terms togather because if there’s every a single thing I remember about Boracay, the countries crown-jewel of tourism, it will be all the brownouts.

• Another brownout on Boracay.
• My lower back is thrown out (which I suspect is the other parties fault),
• theres a hole in my foot (dont know how I was walking around),
• not much breeze,
• ate the leftover tacos and got sick (should’ve refrigerated em’)
• internet is spotty after the brownout ends in the evening
• and – hold on– ANOTHER BROWNOUT that lasts until 8am this morning!

At some point, I decided to cook about a dozen hotdogs, those local crappy ones with the individual wrappings. I’m pretty sure I hadnt drank much by this point but somewhere in the boiling, I added cayenne pepper, black pepper, salt, garlic, oregano, and…. apple slices. Dont ask, I remember doing it but not sure why, perhaps the coloring of the water looked like cinnamon.

I screwed around on the internet for hours and watched some TV. Whoops, still haven’t gotten to that paperwork. But ya know what? Some Jammers tacos would be the perfect touch with a few drinks while settling into some serious number crunching. In search for those delicious palm-sized sources of golden crunch, off I go!

Yea, didn’t make it there for a while. Ended up at Juice bar where they said I already paid off my tab (cool! dont remember it). Then past Summer Place (which isn’t fun anymore). At Hey Jude, I find some tequila, and more tequila. Then people start buying me tequila. Not sure when, but off to Cocomangas next where they said I had also paid my tab there (huh?  coolio!). Had some drinks then across the street to Gilly’s where they said I had no tab at all. Gilly’s is one of the places I remember asking if I could open a tab because of lacking funds (ATM offline). I drank a lot there and bought several rounds for the DJ/staff. But screw it – tonight its tequila!

I finally made it back to Jammers where she apologized profusely and offered me a 10% discount, which is really cool. It means they trust the shift manager to make CSR decisions. I remember that much.

I dont remember getting home but I remember turning the TV off just as the sun came up.

After taking stock this afternoon (when I woke up), it seems I ate 8 tacos, half  order onion rings, and a chicken burger. The hotdogs were still in the pan. 4 remaining tacos, 1 chix burger, and the other half of the onion rings.

No body piercings this time. Never got the paperwork done. Another good time of nightlife on Boracay.

This eurotrash bitch came up to me in Jammers and asked me to move so her group could sit at a nice large table in the middle. I refused so she asked the girl at the counter… who, to her safety, looked at me and walked to the back. I told this arrogant cunt just how much of a bitch she was being and how arrogant it was and she says in (?) Italian accent (?) that I’m being rude by not moving from the seat. Her friends were avoiding the scene. I was precisely in the seat of the dude stroking her hair. When I came back for more Jammers tacos (cant get enough) I snapped this pic when she’d conned others into giving up their tables and seats. I waved and said “Stupid Bitch”, her escorts looked away, I went back to Hey Judes.

Big assed jellyfish in front of Scuba Libre a month back. Add another 2 inches to diameter for aspect ratio to my hand.

Things are better in doubles

• 00:30 – Juice Bar, I asked Jay to set me on fire, which he certainly did with a fireball that shot a meter out from the bar. People yelled “chug” so I did. Found Jaime (his birthday also) and he passes around a bunch of shots from a bottle.
• 01:30 – Hey Jude, a few drinks at most. Someone gets Jammers.
• 0?:30 – Summer Place, 3 of us went there but I honestly couldn’t tell you much of what happened. I remember sitting on the back of a bench and flipping it up. Daniel mackin’ on a UK girl, lots of vodka/redbulls.
• 0?:?? – Cocomangas, I don’t remember staying there long but someone said there was a lot of back slapping.
• ???? – Gilly’s, this is all I remember: I knew almost every employee there and one of the DJ’s. lots of high-fiving, a few drinks. I tried dancing with these two girls, they both looked at me like I had cooties and danced themselves around so their backs were facing me. I thought that was funny at the time. I remember talking to a kiteboarder on the beach there. I remember leaving to get a BBQ stick from Andoks and bring it back. I forgot about the coming back part and hopped on a motorbike and went home almost crashing the driver a few times with my inability to sit upright and eat chicken at the same time whilst grabbing his belt loop like a handle.

That’s all I remember. No walk home or how I smashed my toe so hard I think it might be broken at the knuckle. Had to cancel my diving for a few days.  I walked in front on daMarios and all the girls erupted in “we heard something naughty about you” kind of laughs. Daniel said they also did that to him earlier in the day…turns out one of them was there that night and we both tried picking her up….I think, they seem really shy about explaining it.

I saw Remus last night and he said I was buying drinks for everyone at Gully’s, at one point the whole bar was lined up with tequila shots – courtesy of me.  hmmmm…. I came home with most of my cash so I think I might have skipped out on a large bar tab.. oops.

Dear Boracay, you injure me with your nightlife. I love it!