The Saturday day started early, because me and Miguel decided to go to market in Sant Antonio. We wake up at 8:30 and walk about 25 minutes to the market which was localized not far from our home. On the way when we were looking around looking for a correct street police stopped and asked for our ID's, if we drunk or took drugs. They searched us too. We were a little shocked as it was a very calm street in a calm neighbourhood. Anyway they let us go. While on the market of used bris and bras we checked each stall carefully in search of interesting us things. We were happy seeing different types of books in a very good prices - €1-€3. We looked through all of the in the market and chose the most interesting for us. Miguel bought his bicycle too. We came back home. I changed the keyboard in the laptop for my friend, we went jogging and had some food. I was happy then that I could talk with my girlfriend on the phone until we got ready to go to the hippy market in the other part of the island. That one had new and unusual things, but everything was much more expensive. We enjoyed it anyway, because everything was very colourful and unusual. As well an atmosphere there was very friendly.
I went for a short walk along the beach in the evening. My friends wanted to go out that night, but I all night until 1am or 2am spend on the phone. They were waiting for me with a bottle of rum which we bought on our way back. We drank it talking about variety of topics, listening to the music and Miguel played a guitar, so we spend our time very pleasant. When a bottle finished we headed for some local club few minutes walking from our house. We entered and were talking with local people which we found there.
I must admit I was very drunk and walking past some people which I spoke with before I touched a girl in her bottom I suppose, because she got annoyed and some her friend complained about me to security and I needed to leave the place. The bouncer told me I better go out this night, than have some further trouble with police if those people carry on complaining and inventing stories, so I waited outside until the party finishes and for the boy who I talked before and later he invented that strange story. But doesn't matter. I spoke to him and his friends & went home along the beach. Of course the night wasn't over yet, because my friends decide to go to some party in the cottage house...
It was 5 or 6am and we chose me to be a driver. That was one of the less wise decisions that I made, but it is boring to be always the clever and responsible one and from time to time is good to do something different. I couldn't be too drunk if last drink I had when we entered the club few hour before. Anyway we followed our GPS and ended up on some car park. There was some people there, so I drank a beer while my friends were talking in Spanish. Was funny to meet the guy who works in our local Lidl:) He was coming back with his girlfriend from the house party we headed to like some other people did. They told us that every 15 minutes comes a car to pick up and drop off people from a car park to the cottage house. Lol. As later someone told it may be done, so police doesn't know where is the party, because all those cars are not parked in front of the house. We said good bye to people and got on the van which took us to the place.
It was very early morning, but from inside we heard loud music and we've seen a lot of people. €6 entrance with one drink seemed cool, so we decided to drink some more alcohol and that was my last drink up to the moment I am writing this memo. We danced by the electronic music having fun together and when we finally got tired about 9am we headed outside to lay down on the sunbeds placed on the yard next to the swimming pool. My friends made some friends and they were talking while I was listening to music and relaxing in a warmth of the morning. At some point I fell asleep and I realized only when some woman in her late thirties was hunging a piece of clothing on the small tree nearby, so the Sun not shine on my face. I managed only to open my eyes and say 'thank you'. Noone else was around. She gave me her furry jacket too to place under my head. I felt more comfortable and continued to sleep. I woke up only when my friends came back with some other people and started to talk loud. I woke up, left them and went to buy some water, because I felt very dehydrated. After a while of enjoying the music inside I went outside and sat by the swimming pool. On the water was floating a some kind of mattress. During all the party noone was jumpin into the water or using it, so as it was about 12am already, I jumped on it and drifted pleasantly in the middle surronded by all those party people until the moment that some friend of my friends decided that would be a good idea to open the valve and get rid of the air from the mattrass. As I couldn't relax thinking that they want to do that I evacuated to the bank of the pool and laid there until it become too hot. I went outside and realized that the house was in the middle of nowhere. Some people started to talk to me, so I practiced my Spanish with them and tried their drink which they offered to me. I left them to check out on my friends who were drinking and taking drugs with a quite big group of new friends. I took tiny amount of something. I don't even know what... Anyway nothing crazy happened with me. I went to relax closer to the pool and after few moments people who I met outside came over to me offering me their drink again just this time they told me they dissolved mdma in it, so I just drunk a tiny sip as I wanted to go home soon and all kind of alcohol and drugs in blood is not recommended for my own safety. And there still may be someone who cares what happens to me even if the only person is beautiful Naya, my girlfriend, it is worth to be responsable for her. However I am not sure now if I was not wrong, because now I feel like noone would care which is much closer to the truth.
At some point during the day I realized that at least half of people on the party know me, although some were leaving and new ones were coming constantly. With some of them I spoke few words, with others spoke my friends telling about me. I was unico polaco there, so I suppose that was the reason to remember easily. Toño said that even bartender knows which one I am and I ordered only one drink from her very early in the morning and later some water. I went one more time with my friend to order more water, but I was lucky that when she was busy talking with her I could take one full which she probably prepared for herself. Haha. Maybe drugs and tiredness influenced this my behaviour, because I usually don't do that.
I was getting more and more tired, not like my friends whose blood was on fire. Party finished and instead of going home they decided to go to some club in Sant Antonio with friends met during the day. I didn't like the idea and told them openly. They listened to me and were ready to go home if I take them, but they don't know how to stop and were on fire again after a chat with those friends. I like to drive Toño's car, so I agreed to take them there, but was no way I would continue partying. It is Ibiza. Here party never stops!
On the way we stopped by another house in the middle of nowhere. We were going by 3 cars and in this one lived some two people. In total 5 people lived in that house and the owner didn't want from them any rent. Cheap, but impossible to get there without a car. Lol. We chilled in the yard and I liked it, but after few moment we continued. Finally they didn't enter to that club too. It was 6pm and entrance was €10 with a drink. Noone has money left, so they agreed another place to go and drink and take drugs on the other side of the island. On the way I needed to stop at the fuel station as the car was indicating empty and that way the other people went alone. I wasn't going to follow them anyway. I was too tired. It was about time to go to a comfortable bed - 7pm.
Cool day. Unusual place and very kind people. All that makes me like being on that island. I just don't understand why some people need to take some much drugs and alcohol to have fun. Miguel told me he doesn't remember nothing from the point that we arrived to the car park in the early morning. Lol
Maybe not remembering makes life easier? Nayita likes to don't remember what happens or at least is accustomed to that. Reminding myself talking with her about the topic it seems to be true.
I want to learn how to do that. There is some many things I don't want to remember...
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