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