Day 6 Thursday May 15, 2008

First Costa hangover. I think this is where my… well, let’s just go with digestive problems (apparently everyone had this problem… not throwing up)… started. Dale never even made it through the toast at breakfast before he threw up (ok, he threw up). (NOT TO OVERSHARE OR ANYTHING... sorry)
Anyway…
So hangovers are no fun with all the heat and school, so I was pretty miserable at school. “Cooking class” was a joke, 7 people went up and made pico de gallo and the rest of us waited and talked. Finally we were set free and Jamieson and I followed hoe-Erin (who later joined the Barbie clan), Laurie, Emily, and Amber (maybe this is where she joined the Barbie clan) through a trail that lead us to Quepos and actually directly past our house. After shopping and homework Jamieson and I went to the school to have a pre-party party with the barbies and Joe, another guy, and Buddy. I talked with Erin for a long time as we checked out facebook and our e-mail and played with Escuela, the new mascot dog of the school (Joe and someone else found Escuela almost hanging herself with her leash in a backyard where nobody was home on Wendesday, so they freed her and brought her to school and Buddy bought her today). Escuela is so cute, we love that dog.
After we left school we headed over to Grant and Tucker’s house where we found them and Seth already trashed and Grant dancing around in Daisy Dukes… and only Daisy Dukes. That was entertaining enough. Then the pre-bar party started.
After that we went to Coconuts right off the beach in Manuel Antonio in a taxi van that we made the total party van, including a song of why hand jobs aren’t cheating, true story… seriously I couldn’t believe the girls, whose names I won’t mention on account of they would probably be dumped because they made the song for a reason… anyway, I wish I remembered the words. Holy hell that was funny.
Ladies night at Coconuts means free drinks for the ladies after a $2 cover. So… almost all the Texas State guys ended up drinking for free with the help of the girls, which meant we all got hammered and made Coconuts the ONLY place to be in Manuel Antonio Thursday nights. I also saw male hookers outside and apparently had a lengthy convo with a female hooker until someone told me she was a hooker.
After the bar most of us, including a few Atlanta kids, crossed the street to the beach and went “skinny dipping.” However… as it turns out I was the only one that went totally naked. I was too busy talking with an Atlanta girl (I have a thing for Georgia girls apparently in foreign countries) to notice until I walked back out of the ocean. The girl I was talking to went topless though. A lot of girls did, and I thought one went bottomless, which I thought was weird since she had a top on, but it turns out she didn’t. and all the guys were wearing boxers. So out I come, noticing this as I’m walking out with the Atlanta girl giggling next to me as she notices, holding my boys and laughing as everyone sees that it’s me. I don’t think it was quite legendary, but I bet everyone remembers that. Heh. Oh well. At least I can say I went skinny dipping in the Pacific Ocean. Fucking A.
After we got out, and dressed, we started to notice how trashed we were. Seth los his shoes, I nearly lost my camera (twice that night) and my wallet and did lose a few bucks, I don’t know how.
Finally we took a taxi back to Quepos and for some reason we stopped directly in front of a Discoteca and were immediately asked if we wanted to buy drugs or if we had drugs to sell (people call you “my friend” or some version of that if the convo results in something to do with drugs). No blow jobs or any sex offers though, surprisingly. Then we went home in groups to avoid trouble.