Tuesday 25/08/09
Sleep in and miss breakfast, hit the beach (losing the two girls into whose bags we put our towels). The beach day (or day of the lonely lady as it became known) was delightful.
Quick swim, hit the bars – chorizo, anchovies and olives for lunch
8 beers later we chance upon old ms lonely heart.
This 40yr old woman cuts in on our conversation, claiming we are the only English speaking people she has met in 3 days. She claims she was due to meet her lover (!) at the airport and have a week in Valencia with him (she is married and so is he).
He apparently fronted up to the airport and said he couldn’t come, his wife had found out something. Oh and by the way, his wife is our new friends boss. Insane.
Ryan and I then embarke upon a crusade to get her drunk and possibly into bed. She has spent a good half hour saying how sad she is, how ‘frustrated’ she is, how it was going to be a wild weekend, how she has been let down. Being the evil sick minded fucks that we are, we decided she wants to sleep with us.
Well things don’t go quite to plan, we get her drunk and then take her swimming, but then she fobs us off at the door of her hotel. Boo
Anyway we shrug our shoulders….and go back to the bar.
Then back down to the beach – find girls and towels. Swim a good 200m offshore in an attempt to ‘touch the ball’, a giant floating marker out in the ocean. Fail. Ryan now tells me he wishes we hadn’t had 10 beers. Oh and he is not a string swimmer. We swim back. Slowly.
Back to the bars for cocktails, ryan attempts to pick up Spanish lawyers. Epic fail.
Wander around, food, 2 more beers. (calamari, patatas, boquerones)
Back to hotel, change, back into town.
Beers plus hats and glasses, more friends made. Very very drunk we meet 2 american dudes, wander with them, more beers – shots?? Home by about 3am
I can’t really be bothered writing in detail all the ways in which we got drunk, it would be boring anyway…suffice to say we had a good time.
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