Herro from Ios!

The good news is, we made it to Ios. The bad news is, it's 9:30 a.m. and I'm already awake. I'm going to blame Jayne on this one, who has never let me sleep past this time in my whole life. Not to mention that Sophie doesn't typically wake up until lunch time, so I'm stuck in our room, chugging the last inch of water and periodically looking over the balcony at the pool, searching for signs of life.

The signs of life would come from our new Calgarian (Canadian), Alaskan and Floridian friends. Lat night was this chick's 19th birthday, and we spent the pregame learning games unique to our respective regions. Naturally, everyone sucked at each other's games. Except for Fuck The Dealer, which for some reason everyone was extremely good at. The dealer was consistently fucked.

It was a pretty solid first night out on the island, which we definitely deserved after the dismal finale to our time in Athens. On a train we took two days ago (still in Athens), we met guys staying at our hostel and also who were travelling to Ios in three days time. They are Austrailan and bar non THE most boring humans ever to walk gods green earth (this is about to get mean, so if this sounds like you so far, stop reading.) They're built like brick shithouses and as our friend said, put together they have about the personality of a goldfish. I'd wager that goldfish is dead and has been for weeks now. To give you an idea of how boring they are...Within the first ten minutes of meeting them, Sophie and I were making some jokes about missing the ferry, blah, blah, blah. We got nothing but crickets on all of them. Every time they just stared at us while we laughed and it got so awkward that Sophie and I actually turned away, assuming the conversation was dead and burried. But they kept pursuing the conversation, asking questions like, "Is it true you can't drink the water on the islands?" to which we responded yes, and that an Austrailian girl we befriended last year had accidentally drank a glass of it and ended up in the hospital for three days. One of them sort of cocked his head to the side and asked if the girl's name was Mary (it was.) This happened to be his ex girlfriend, an AMAZING fact which he delivered as if he were telling us our toast had just popped. And then he just changed the subject. What kind of person doesn't think finding a mutual friend between an Austrailian and two Americans and finding this out within the first ten minutes of knowing each other is astounding? Who can't sustain a conversation about that?

Aaaanyway, enough about them. I could probably say a lot more, but I read it over and I already feel pretty mean. I feel like if they die in the near future I'll be implicated in their murder.

Other interesting things that happend before just now:
1. An adorable blonde girl no older than five sat two rows away from us on the ferry. Fifteen minutes into the ride, I was actually woken up from sleep by this girl literally wailing. Not just crying - this chick was miz. This persisted until we docked on Ios.
2. We napped for a casual five and a half hours right when we got to our hotel, and woke up to a wedding reception going on at the pool bar, where our friend from last year was so fucked up that he couldn't hoist himself out of the pool.
3. The hotel owner/our boi, Mike, may have found us a job at the beach club called Far Out. The uniform is bikinis.
4. We're cliff diving today with our new Alaskan friends. I'll be doing my own version of it, which is more like small rock diving, since I'm way to afraid of heights.
5. Gary Coleman died. Whatchu talkin' bout, God?!

Also, we should probably start looking for an apartment today. I'm horrible with rejection, so if shit goes sour, I might just cliff dive into an empty pool. (It's a joke, mom, relax.)

xoxo Gossip Gurl

Herro From Athens!

Hey everbody! I'm making a blog. If you're thinking to yourself, she's doing this because she watched Julie & Julia, you are right. Eventually this should become a movie in which I will be portrayed by Meryl Streep. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Sophie and I arrived in Athens yesterday and have already fucked up. Right now we should be on the island Ios, but we are sort of incompetent so we won't be arriving until tomorrow. Nothing very interesting happened on the flight here, except that we spent 25 dollars on salads at Houlihan's in Logan airport and I sat next to a woman so old and wrinkly that she was either Mother Time or a Sharpei animorph. I'll never know.

We checked into our hostel yesterday around 3:20 and took the impossibly small elevator to our room on the second floor. Sophie set her alarm so we could take an hour long nap. Exactly four hours later we woke up and explored until dinner time. Out of the six beds in our room, two were taken by our newest Asian friends, Betsy and The-One-That-Talked. They came from Malaysia which honest to god was a fictional country created for the movie Zoolander until they told us. They speak perfect Engrish and their native language is about as commonly used in their country as Gaelic is in Ireland (that is the first of a few Ireland references I'll be dropping cause I lived there for four months and I want everyone to know it.) So, no real language + citizens with no personalities = fictional country. I don't know why I'm still talking about them considering we only saw them twice, but there you have it.

The rooftop of our hostel has a bar on top of it that has awesome views of the Acropolis, Parthenon and other stuff. We arrived there two minutes after happy hour ended, but sucked it up and dropped a few extra Euro for our drinks. We met the bartenders, one of which is from Tazmania while the other is from England. We also met Americans from California, Colorado, Indiana (huge tools), and Virginia and got to know them over a beer or six or seven. AT THIS POINT we had no intentions of going out because we had to get to a ferry port we didn't know how to get to and get tickets for a boat at 6 a.m. the next morning.

At around sometime o'clock, the bardenters gave the last call, saying they'd meet everyone in the lounge after they closed up the bar. The question was posed again of whether or not we'd be joining everyone. "My mind is telling me no, but my body's telling me yes." - R. Kelly. I looked over at my conscience (Sophie) and she nodded. Commence bad decision #2 (the first being the 25$ salads.)

Long story short, we went out with the rationalization that we should stay up all night and sleep on the 8 hour ferry ride to Ios the next morning (this is obviously absurd, but peer pressure is my Kryptonite.) Plus, everyone was doing it.

Interesting things that happened when we were out:

1. Our 5' nothing navy friend punching a local so hard that a witness called the police, who detained him probably until he flexed and they released him.
2. Finding out that one of the bartenders was actually a lead role in Tazmania's version of High School Musical.

Then we missed our ferry and were woken up at 1 p.m. by the maid trying to remake our beds for the next people staying in them that night. So Sophie booked us both the last two beds in the place in separate rooms while I watched Sonya strip our beds and tried not to projectile vomit on her.

We have high hopes for tomorrow. I stopped booting around two after chugging what I'm pretty sure was cream (I asked for milk) at lunch. We took a half hour subway to Pireaus port and booked our ferry tickets. Nothing motivates us to follow through with something like money, so we'll be taking it easy tonight.

Island tomorrow! We booked the hotel we stayed at last year for a week or so. Still no permanent place to stay. Still no jobs.

Miss you all! sort of...
JUST KIDDING. love you