After the whole Irish Boy on a plastic table at McDonald's fiasco, Jocelyn and I returned to our hotel room and got in bed. But we couldn't sleep. The jet lag had finally hit us. So we ended up talking all night long, and laughing our asses off at all the stupid shit we had already managed to do.
At one point I made the comment:
"We have become very multicultural on this trip already. I mean I've already made out with a Thai/Chinese man and you've made out with an Irish man. Wouldn't it be funny if we covered a whole bunch of different countries?"
And we laughed at this, because the idea was absurd. We were not whores. We were finished making out with random boys. We were finished with drunken foolishness and we were going to behave now.
That didn't really work out.
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