Friday, January 7, 2011 Boracay Island Day 2

I woke up hungover as hell, but there was nothing better than 2 Gatorades, a water, and a whole fresh coconut full of coco water.  I saw that the sun was out, so I hastily ran to the beach to take pictures before it clouded over again.  I walked around the beach for a while, and then somehow remembered that I had to meet the Australian brother and sister from last night at Club Paraw at 1pm.  Turns out the sister Alex is 19 years old and the brother Lars is FIFTEEN years old (but at least looks 20).  We hung out and walked along the beach; they were really cool (I mean, obviously, they are Aussies, they're always fun).  Just hanging out with kids on their summer high school break, who can't even drink or drive yet.  I got a superior $7 massage, and then had dinner at one of the bazillion seafood buffets.  I was sitting alone and so the manager asked if I cared if a mom and her daughter sat with me, so of course I didn't mind, and it turns out they are Filipino but live in SAN FRANCISCO.  What are the chances?  We ended up becoming friends and spent 3 hours together at dinner!  I, of course, had been saving up my appetite all day for this glorious moment.  Oysters, clams (like, literally Manila clams), mussels, BBQ chicken, lechon (pig with apple in mouth), porkfat adobo, watermelon, pancit, and a bunch of other stuff.  Amazing and $6 total.  After that I met up with the Australians at Club Paraw but we moved over to some other club down the beach where the bartender hooked us up with like 4 free shots each.  Clearly, we all got hammered.  Lars had to be at home at 12 because of his parents' curfew, so we went to their awesome room with him, and were hanging out by the pool for a while and were throwing the lawnchairs into the pool and getting yelled at by Russians (in Russian), but the Filipino guards didn't do anything about it.  We went up to the hotel bar and got more cheap/free shots and got even more hammered.  It was so fun; again, all the Filipinos were coming up to us, dancing and taking photos.  Lars went to bed and then Alex and I went to the club, which was bumping with house music and trendy Europeans and Aussies (clearly not grinding on each other though, because only Americans do that).  I was blacked out doing God Knows What in that club until 4am.  Such a great time!  I love Boracay.