Today, we work.

We did not work today. But we did accomplish something, which is a lot considering all we've done (slash all anyone ever wants to do on Ios) is eat, drink and lay on the beach. But today we went around asking for jobs at restaurants and we've both already gotten a bite. Sophie has a European passport which is like gold over here, because most people are employed under the table and the chance to have a legitimate employee is rare. I got one from a restaurant which hasn't opened yet, but the man with the raspiest voice on planet earth with no shirt on and gray hair on his chest and stomach (and probably ass) told me to come back in a few days followed by swatting a fly off his moob. Still not sure though, as the high season hasn't started yet.

We DID however find an apartment! We will be living with our friend Carmen and her roommate Erica for nine Euro a night and it comes with air conditioning! This is completely necessary right now, and it's only going to get hotter from here on out so this shit is a BIG DEAL.

The only difference between out and inside seems to be the lack of sunlight in our rooms, which keeps them dark all day. I could use this as an explanation for why Sophie and I slept until two p.m. today, but I wouldn't lie to you people. We slept until two p.m. because of how completely obliterated we (and everyone we were with) got last night. I thought I had a pretty good grasp on what happened, but the more we talk with people, the more things seems to crawl out of the woodwork.

Things that have Crawled out of the Woodwork (a.k.a. Apparently...):

1. Sophie and I got gyros with our friend Sam while the rest of the people went to a different bar and continued to dance the night away. We fed a stray cat which was purrin' up a storm, and pretty much right when the 3,289,574 year old man behind the counter handed Sam his gyro, Sophie and I decided to call it a night and bounced, leaving him with a snack and a cat.

2. We watched a fire show at a bar called Circus. Actually what happened was I made Sophie cry while we were waiting for it, and she only stopped (abruptly and completely) when Sam reminded us that the bartender was about to juggle bottles that were on fire. Fire = Enchanting.

3. After we left, our Alaskan friends found one of our Floridian friends passed out and alone and brought him home. In their words "There was a strobe light so everyone kept moving and dancing with every flash except this one mass, face down in the corner." Way to be good friends, fellas.

4. Sophie broke her toe on the walk home somehow, and my response to her compaints (pun) was, "I believe you that it hurts, but I still think you're being a little BITCH." I'm gonna go a head and classify myself as a good friend.

Trends I've Noticed:
1. Everyday on the beach, Sophie and I HOUSE a bag of pita chips and dank cheese dip that we're pretty sure contains the same amount of calories as straight up lard, but we can't read the Greek nutrition facts, so it's not really an issue.

2. Sophie and I come back to our room at least once a night to get money. Not for alcohol, but for fries or gyros.

3. Every morning, I wake up first and Sophie is wearing whatever outfit she was wearing last night.

4. Every morning, I wake up first and I am wearing nothing.

Also, last night we visited Carmen at work and got drinks. She ordered us beers and brought out a bowl of chips which were gone in no less than 7.56 seconds. We asked for seconds (not allowed). We had met two girls from Toronto that night at the pregame by the pool at the hotel and they came and sat when they spotted us. These girls are in their mid twenties and were exponentially less drunk than we were because they are mature. When their bowl of chips came, we beat our record. I'm not even sure if they got a chip, and they dip-set pretty quick after. I think our appetite frightened them. We are nomsters.

Also, I got a book from Barnes & Nobles before coming here because I'm determined to finish a book this summer. When I actually bought it, my friend Nate was working the register. The last time I'd seen him was six months earlier when I'd come in to buy a book to finish. I had to admit to Nate that I hadn't even gotten four chapters into that book and had given up. I still haven't gotten past page 30 of my book. Sophie started a book yesterday and is already one third of the way done with David Beckham's 380 page autobiography (yes, David Beckham has a 380-page-long life.) I know it's not a race...but it kind of is.