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The Night Out
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The Night Out
The beach was beautiful, sun was rising, and people were sleeping like they should and we weren’t close to calling it a night. We’ve been there for almost two weeks, many things had happened and we just couldn’t get enough. Some come and left but we were still together enjoying our, youth, stupidity, and overloaded freedom. We were just a bunch of kids living in a small world that we were trying to discover, in a very dangerous way.
After sleeping at the same time as people in the Middle East we, like every other day there, went downstairs in the afternoon to have some fun at the pool, having some early drinks for breakfast, and some cigarettes for dessert. As always we would talk about the stuff that happened the night before and we would make fun of it. In our blackouts we found out that the night before, two huge, strong Australians had kicked our asses outside of the party spot. We laughed and wrote another page in our imaginary book of memories. We went upstairs, back to our villa for 10 guys, that was messy, stinky, full of booze and of course, life. It was still late afternoon and we barely had food. We actually had mayonnaise and bread, but no ham and cheese, sad things like that. Hunger was a big part of our trip, but not thirst.
Of course we weren’t alone but most of the time we were by ourselves, our parents thought that Alfa was going to take care of us for the two weeks but he was having his own fun somewhere we didn’t knew. We saw him every time we went to the pool but at nights we were by ourselves. He was P’s dad so he came by to our villa once in a while. Sometimes he was a god, when he bought food for us, and sometimes he was a devil, when he yelled at us for arriving to the hotel at sunrise. He was, in the end, like one of us. He drinked as much as us, sometimes even more and loved to have some crazy nights out. That day he came by to our villa and told us he wanted to go to the beach that was 1 hour away to have some fun at the spots. We all agreed. Only Francis had doubts because his plane back home was leaving the next day at 10am. But he said, like all of us, YOLO. We all took showers, dressed nicely and left the hotel by 8pm. After a long ride in Alfa’s small SUV, we finally arrived. It was a hot night that had a lot of potential. Alfa and his friend took all of us to “El Diablo”, a bar in front of all the party spots. It was nice, full of people, and Alfa said that he was paying for the bottles, so, we agreed and zipped and zipped. By 12 our Alfa was talking to the manager of “El Diablo” so we could take all of our booze to the spot in front. Apparently the owners of the bar were also owners of all the spots in town, so moving everything wasn’t hard. A bar tender was leading us with the ice and bottles and he gave us a nice table at the spot. I was already tingly and some of us were having slur of speech, especially Rod and Andres. Everybody dispersed to the dance floor, to other tables, etc. The night grew old and before we all knew it was already 6am and sun was rising. When Alfa called it a night and we were leaving, we found out that we couldn’t find Rod, we looked everywhere for him, he was lost. We were all drunk, including Alfa, and got in the car and went to the police station to hope to find Rod. We got there and it was 7:30, Francis’ plane was leaving at 10 and he was 1 hour away from his baggage, he left the pack and hoped Rod the best. P got in the station to look for Rod and he didn’t find him. We were waiting outside and suddenly a cop took Alfa for drunk driving. It was 8am, our friend was lost, our Alfa was in jail, we were all drunk, Andres was passed out in the trunk and we were far from the hotel. We gave up on Rod and went back to the hotel, sad, we arrived at our villa and Rod was sleeping in the couch. Apparently he left the spot and went directly to the hotel. I couldn’t believe it, nobody did. But that’s what happened to a bunch of young kids that had a lot to learn.
