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