Some mornings are harder than the others...

What the hell do the flashlights in my head? Pictures, music and crazy dance, all mixed together, all spin around making candyfloss from the fibres of my thoughts. Aah, yesterday's night ended in today's morning, breakfast replaced lunch and my dignity needs some more time to rise again.

I see four girls stupified by ectasy, madness and heroism. Four girls hitchhiking, dancing, screaming and trolley driving. Four girls decided to destroy Partas to the roots. Successfully.

With very small amount of money, if any, almost empty bottle of ouzo and madness in our eyes we left the stupidest bar I've ever seen and went towards the exact opposite, to the gypsy squat. On the way to the center, after we almost broke into the port in order to find some bathroom, we stopped some guys and let them to be our private drivers to the better places. I exactly don't know why, but instruction "to the city center, please" caused very strange association in their minds and they dropped us in front of strip club, nearer to the second side of the city than to the downtown. We thanked as well-bred girls, ignored theirs date invitation and ran towards reggae music that had been already calling us with its sweet voice. 

One of the flashlight in my mind content picture of me finding shopping trolley on Georgious square, Marion sitting in and then only crazy drive among streets escorted by bursts of laughter, all these covered with mist and blur comming from the empty ouzo bottle in Marion's bag. When we eventually arrived to the squat and opened the door (actually the door was open, but for better dramatic tone we can pretend that they didn't), we faced to cloud of concentrated weed's smoke and mass of stoned and dancing people. Aah, hard to remember how many hours we spend there drowned in the rythm, drifted on the waves of music, dancing with heads in the sky, but when we decided to go, it was already too late in the night and too early in the morning.

Taximan drop us near the dorm and with big smile on his face left back to the night. We walked home happy for new experiences, exhausted from dancing and tired just to sleep. As soon as I get the flashlights out of my head and feed my poor crying belly, I will continue in the usual boring daily stereotypes; I can just thank god for moments like that, moments that remind you how great is to forget about duties and follow the pure instinkts of youth. Epic nights you can't plan, they just happen.