Last night’s party crew was this mornings breakfast club on our tiny island. As Ro and I munched on some dank rotti for breakfast, we ran across everyone from yesterday. Josh, our big brother who’s coming back to Phuket with us, Marcela and Mariana, George and Stephen, and finally Alex and his German crew.
We swam, tanned, and ate all day on the beautiful white sand beaches. You learn a lot about people in a short amount of time when you’re in places like this. You’re forced to open up fast. To be fair, when you’re floating above coral and fish there’s not much keeping you reserved. From those couple hours I learned more from Josh about the concept of “yolo” than I have from anybody else. Don’t let your problems keep you from living the life you want.
No Thai birthday experience is complete without a Thai massage. Which… I guess is just a massage since everyone knows we’re in Thailand. Man did it feel good being twisted into a pretzel, until the lady (who I’m pretty sure was a ladyboy) started slapping my face trying to kill a mosquito.
Not going to lie, I had a meltdown when we got back to the hostel. There were bugs all over and I had just about had it. I had some pretty surprising birthday messages that didn’t help my case either. I believe that everyone in a third world country has a meltdown at one point or another. Emily had hers on the train to Ambalangoda and mine was doomed to be on my birthday. Ro totally stepped up and practically had to dress me and do my makeup before taking me to a cute restaurant that overlooked the island. She even promised me I could sleep in her sleeping bag that night to escape the bugs (she probably knew I would be too drunk to care once she got me out).
It was a Project X party if I ever saw one. On an island in the middle of the Andaman Sea there’s nobody to complain for literally thousands of kilometers. Everyone had enough booze pumping through their veins to kill whatever yellow fever or dengue that was going around. Which also meant that everyone was beyond friendly to one another. We obvi were going to befriend the shot girls and Jack the limboer, for clear selfish reasons. I probably danced and befriended someone from all continents from every age range that night, as did everyone else. Nobody’s a stranger. Midnight trips into Thai fishing boats, Andaman Sea swims, fire, and shots. It was the most perfect 21st a girl could ask for.