And so Friday approached with much haste. The day itself took around 24 hours to complete itself, but it still seemed to be quite quick none the less. As my parents got home, ready for a night of relaxation, Ryan & I were readying ourselves to go out and shake things… like, people’s hands, maracas and maybe some Polaroid pictures if they came around ;-) We finished a delightful dinner with M&D and hopped into the car to drive down to Lisbon. On the Saturday which Ryan had arrived on, we’d sampled a couple of different bars but one in particular stood out. We’d gone in asking the manager, a guy called Julio, what his speciality was and he instantly read off a list of Margaritas. From Tropical to Kiwi, Mango, Lime, Banana, Pineapple, Vanilla & Strawberry Ice Cream flavour and loads of other fruits, mixtures and dare-to-try concoctions. As we sat and thought to ourselves for a little while, Julio went on to serve someone else when suddenly, from out behind the fridge, like as if from some beer advert in Australia, came the most beautiful, gorgeous girl dressed in low lose top and a short soft jean skirt. At least, I think it was soft. She was taller than me, but smaller than Ryan, with long straight, dark hair and eyes you could get totally lost in and not give a damn about! From out behind a radiant smile, piercing our sobriatic senses was a wondrously sonorous voice, soft, well spoken and exciting. We must have looked like two dappy puppies, all of a sudden, slushing away over a hot fire. Our heads rocking from side to side, with our mouths drooping down past our feet in amazement. The type of thing women say is highly unattractive in men! Still, if that was the case, she certainly didn’t let us in on it and instead asked us what it’d be. Ryan, with his amazing super-go-go-go senses on, immediately asked: “Well, what’s your favourite?” whilst simultaneously raising an eyebrow over in her general direction! She said: “well, there’s a few I like but I’m afraid my favourite is a bit boring. Strawberry!” I looked round at Ryan, he nodded, and then I looked back round at the girl and said “Strawberry it is then”. She smiled and turned to start crushing the ice and Ryan and I held on to each other as the earth let off a light buzzing sensation and time slowed down ever so slightly. The two of us would look round at each other and try our best to invent some stupid pieces of conversation whilst the drinks were being prepared but all that’d come out were close to unfinished sentences, followed by hysterical giggles equivalent to that of two school boys, peeping through the keyholes of the girls changing rooms. “Gosh it’s a bit hot in here!” Hehehe! “This is… some bar!” Hehehe! “Yes… it is”. In between these pathetic pieces of dialogue, the occasional silent mouthing of “Oh my god!!!” would come out. For once, we really didn’t want to get our drinks all that quickly but when we eventually did, we also got that smile once again, and as we walked out, Ryan got a wink and a little cheeky wave from her too! The two of us quickly rushed out quoting Spotswood when he’s about to get blown up by Michael Moore in Team America World Police! When we’d calmed a little, I said: “Fag?” “God please, Yes!” We joined another thousand or so people, sitting in the main street that heads right down through Bairro Alto and had a smoke. When we found out that the two people we were gonna be meeting up with weren’t gonna be able to make it, we decided that it wasn’t gonna get much better than this, and made the decision to stick around the cocktail bar, being served by the girl made of ice-cream. With the occasional wonder to a bar close by for a Licor Beirão and also for what became known as a tyre-melting session (i.e. piss in the streets up against the wheel of a car, during which point we also came to the conclusion that it really would suck being a girl in those circumstances), we ended up spending our time around that area till around 4ish. Suddenly Ryan switched into gear and put on his super-go-go-go senses to the test once more, and with one raising of the eyebrow, caught the eye of another fine young lady leaving the same bar. Again, she had beautifully direct eyes, deep brown in a silken soft face, framed by a lock of hair that would probably make it into any decent shampoo advert! Incredibly, she just turned away from her friends and came right up to us. “Hello, where are you from?” It was probably Ryan’s purple head(ed) hair that prompted the question but it was accepted and returned gleefully with responses that answered her query. Once that was done, all the rest of her friends ambled over and started chatting. For some, the night was approaching the end and they were already making plans to go home but Teresa, the beautiful girl spoken to at the beginning, just said she was up for meeting new people tonight. So the group broke off and Teresa was left with Ryan, myself and two of her male friends and we all decided to go to a club down the road. On the way, all the guys had to stop for tyre melting session and a cascade was created down the road. You could have probably made some power with a mini-H.E.P station there, but nobody thought of it at the time. We got into the club, probably thanks to Teresa’s presence, got ourselves a drink and danced to PhatBoySlim. Then, Creep by Radiohead came on and Teresa said that that was it. To our amazement, the lights came on, and people started sifting out! We’d just paid €5 to get in there too! That sucked! Still, we came out and it was about 5.30. Another one of the guys decided to go, buy some bread and call it a night, which left us with a cool guy called André & Teresa and we were still up for some more boogying. So Teresa suggested Europa. A little nightclub that opened up after-hours at 6 in the morning. When we got there, once again, Teresa seemed to know most around and Ryan got us playing the “waving game” where the first person to stop waving would lose! Fantastic stuff! Everyone was very confused to start with, but once we’d realized what we’d let ourselves in for, we all started giggling away cus non of us wanted to be the first to drop out. Pointlessly brilliant! When we finally got in, it was empty of course… apart from one mysterious couple that had joined us in the cue when the doors were opening. Unknown to Ryan, André and myself, the girl was actually a prostitute and the guy was her pimp. Teresa was half way through warning us when suddenly she came up to our table and the guy went onto the table behind us. I couldn’t quite hear what she was saying, but the topic of conversation seemed to rival the sort of conversation one might find interesting when talking about different types of bread. Teresa was the best though, cutting straight to the chase, asking where she was from and how old she was. To which both answers were terrible lies! Anyway, once we realized this, everything seemed to calm down and we got into some healthy drinking and dancing moments! Time flew and before we knew it, it was 10 a.m. and we decided to go home. As we left, the sun crashed down on us for the first time in the week Ryan had been here and Saturday morning was being born. We walked round to catch a taxi, taking a quick pit stop at the river side to marvel over the view of the 25th of April bridge that stems over the Tagus. It was hard to leave this stunning girl who’d showed us round some right cool clubs and sites of Lisbon but we did the extremely drunk and gentlemanly thing and left it at exchanging phone numbers. When we got home, I just about remember my head hitting a pillow and feeling my body follow onto the bed…
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