Bright Lights & Crazy Nights, Pt.2

And the saga continues. Is that a type of Japanese drink?? And sooooo the Japanese drink continued on, through the valleys and over the hills till he reached the Mongolian Goat holding a pipe and a bag of marbles. "Hand me those marbles!" Said the Saga. "No" replied MG, "for you shall roll them down the mountain, incapacitating my fellow goats to join me on my mountain peak!" Darn! Deflated, the saga continued and Ryan and I came up to Torres Vedras for a few days to detox from our crazy weekend escapades! So, night one, sardines with my parents, countless beers and litres of wine! There’s that plan down the drain and far away. Day two and we decide to explore the town. A mini area ram packed with beautiful busty amazons and hairy men. Being two free n single chaps in this scenario, it was a challenge to defeat distractionism and finish off conversations coherently. The main square has two cafés with out-door seating, and with less than 20 metres of distance between them, they made for two perfect spots to alternate between throughout the day. We did this for hours, giggling away at each other whilst watching the girls by. We had one weirdo running up to the walls in the square and kicking them with the flat of his foot. We feared somewhat when he came and asked us for a ciggy and sat behind us puffing away, talking to himself. He seemed to utter something along the lines of, "Be careful child, for if you keep behaving like that, I will RAMMM you in that rubbish bin. Its the only way to shut you guys up now-a-days!". Bizarrely, we came to the conclusion that he was really rather harmless and he went away. Day 3 was coffee day. We decided it'd be fun to walk up to the castle and then down to the supermarket and back to get food for the evening. The challenge was to stop off in as many cafés as possible. Café number 5 was "O Saloio" and suddenly the heavens opened. We sat outside under the awning, giggling at the fact we couldn't keep our hands still anymore and wondering if this was the end of the world! When the rain finally did calm down, we got the food, went back and spent the rest of the evening fighting eager battles with dedicated wine flies. We tried everything to eradicate the vicinity of these pests, from coating the rim of glasses with Vaseline and coning bits of paper to venus-fly-style trap’em! But it was to no avail! We didn't realize it at the time but this was their season and they hogged the kitchen like it was their own, relegating us to a night in the living room watching Eddie Izzard and Bill Hicks videos. When we needed more wine we would rush into the kitchen with our fist in the air shouting: “Suck Satan's...” go to the magic-never-ending box of wine, pour out a couple of glasses and rush back out again. The five litre box lasted 2 nights and the next day, our lips were embellished with dark red lipstick. I don’t even remember going to sleep. Day 4 was recovery day and my parents came back up from Lisbon so we wined and dined and giggled away over a scrummy meal whilst listening to my mums funky stories. Dad was a little shattered so he turned in early to wake up at 6 the next morning. Mum should really have done likewise but instead, stayed up with us till around two, roaring away with laughter until Dad came in for his mid-night water cap and said… “it’s two in morning…” which was fair enough… cus it was. On day 5, for some reason, I had the worse hangover this side of the Atlantic, and only got up at gone two in the afternoon. I spoke to my mum and asked her how on earth she was able to get up at 6 and drive in and she just said “Experience, honey”. Good ol mum :-)