Oh the Island of Riley. Just close your eyes and imagine a beautiful secluded island surrounded by crystal clear ocean water, rugged rocks, and lush vegetation. Now picture a plethora of wild animals- including monkey’s, frogs, and bats just roaming freely around the island. Sounds like paradise doesn’t it? And it was, except for one thing- the island had an unsolved mystery. A mystery that was both mind boggling and terrifying. It was the kind of mystery that called for Scooby, Shaggy, and the gang.
When the sun would go down, and the night clubs would start playing their obnoxious fist pumping music and turn on their strobe lights, all of the young travellers would disappear into thin air leaving nothing but awe and wonder in their midst.
The island would be full of young, cute, hot, FOREIGN boys. Make that MEN. And so I would get all dolled up and all liquored up and head down to the clubs with my group and we would end up being the only people there. How the hell was I supposed to find myself an exotic long distance boyfriend when the only people in the club were three hoe bags, two stupid horndogs, 1 friend, 1 Rad Vad, and myself? I love Jocelyn and all but I wasn’t feelin’ any romantic love.
We were all tuckered out from our long day of travel, so we all napped as soon as we got to our rooms. This was the nicest hotel we stayed in while in Thailand. We all met up in the evening to go for supper at an Indian Restaurant. I had a salad, and I actually didn’t half mind it. In case you didn’t know- I’m a crazy picky eater and don’t eat salad or Indian Food. I even tried a little bite of some Indian Food that Evan had. Can you believe it? This is even wilder than me making out with a Thai hobo. I am just letting loose in this country. Jesus. Who knows what I will do next.
Four girls from Calgary joined us for supper. They were friends of Evan and Brad. So we all decided we were gonna get drunk get crunk and partayyyy. So we drank and were all stoked to go party and when we arrived to the bar “last bar” we were the only people there. So, we were just bopping around, pretending that the lack of boys didn't bother us in the least.
Jocelyn and I headed to the washroom, and while she was doing her business Brad and I were talking outside. He was laughing about the whole nuggets situation again, and then he had the brightest idea he had the entire trip. He said: let’s convince Jocelyn that nuggets come out of the sink. So we did. And the saddest part is that she believed us, and judging by her facial expressions she was fucking stoked about this magic sink. Most people would want to hear that money comes out of the sink, or even gold. But Jocelyn just wanted nuggets and nothing more. Such a simple life she lives. Give her a six pack of nuggets and some dipping sauce and you are her new best friend.
In case you have trouble picturing this sink here is a simplistic diagram:
So, instead of getting wasted and making out with hot foreign boys, we got wasted and invented a magic nugget dispensing sink. It was a good ol’ time.
