Dancing With The Devil In The Pale Moon Light
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Summer ends and Autumn comes and he who would have it otherwise would have high tides and a full moon every night...
For now, summers end is far away, let us revel in the sunshine lets we forget in the Winter.
Tonight is the big night.
Tonight is the main reason we have come here.
It is the reason why this island paradise will be overrun with people half naked and completely lacking inhibitions filling every inch of space. How do they get here, where do they come from, why do they come here, does not matter.
There is a story of how these monthly parties began. I chose not to believe them. There has to be some other reason for them. There must be another reason why I have flown half way around the world to get here.
The moon has always had a strong hold over man since the dawn of time much like it does over the world's mighty oceans.
People come to let loose their every inhibition, basking in the moon light while the nights atmosphere seaps through their alcohol weary bodies telling them to keep on going...just a little longer until the sun climbs up into the sky calling a truce on the ritualistic partying until next time, most likely tomorrow night.
For now, tonight is the night. Tonight is the night that we will dance with the Devil in the pale moon light and revel in his company as we let all of life's little worries disappear into the moon light waiting in the dusk.
It is rare to be in a place and to see so many people in a good mood. Normally at places like this people are agressive but not here for some reason.
It was a night full of randomness.
The girls (with the company of James, Hassan & Ying) left the resort for the beach while me and the lads were getting ready. We were not bitter in the slightest after waiting so long for them the night before or making sure they got home safe. Not us. We hung back and opened up some more whiskey!
When We got to the beach, things were already in full swing. Myself and Bryan had always insisted we would not join that irritating crowd who get themselves painted up in neon colours. 5 minutes after being on the beach, the lads got their fronts and backs painted to read "Happy Birthday Ruby!" surprisingily as an ingenius way to wish her a happy birthday.
From this point on, the night went from strength to strength. Random point to even more randomness.
We lost Bryan to some Irish girls. We lost most of the girls to some random lads. Myself and Hannah got engaged. We met my long lost brother Adam who not only also grows a ginger, I mean, rusty beard despite not being ginger, but we both have the same taste in hats!
Adam was actually there with his fiancé too. So the four of us plus young Raz and some other random lad went off in search of our next buckets which I never got to enjoy as just as I sat down, my head felt hat-less for the first time in days. I set off like a shot and hunted down the disgusting hat thief, who was not as you might expect and Aussie though Hannah did wear it for a while later.
I eventually found Hannah again and set off to meet our comrades. Jimmy & Ruby had not moved. My exact thoughts and actions are not altogether coherent from this point on. There are photos which I hope never see the light of day.
I do remember on the way home finding a girl crying by herself lost down one of the side streets. Once I convinced her that contrary to my appearance, I was not a drunken rapist, and she let me help get her home. The fact that Hannah was with me may have helped with this. the tuk tuk home was an adventure in itself especially when we changed to a pick up truck and a certain Aussie girl thought she could fly!!
We had lost most people during the night.
As I lay in bed, watching the sun rise up, well it was already well risen but I was watching it none the less, I jotted down the following words which I am almost certain came from one of those stupid holiday songs you constantly hear in every bar and cant escape from, kinda like Lady Gaga, even when you poke her face, she still keeps on just dancing.
Why do all good things come to an end? The dogs were barking at the new moon, whistling a new tune, and the sun was wondering if it should stay away for another day until the feeling went away as I was wondering if I should stay here where the stress is less where I dont miss life passing me by daydreaming of better things. This moment. This second. This is where I want to be. This where I need to be.