let's go out tonight!!

ok, so seriously, it took me about half an hour to figure out how to log onto my own blog. oy! i suck at this. carla and aggie got massages at the beach. the beaches are swarmed with thai ladies ofering thai massages, much like you would find in thailand. but i geuss the beaches of phuket are too much competition, so now they're here. there is also a dude of uncertain ethnic origin, maybe greek, but maybe something more exotic, like bulgarian or croatian, who offers pretty cheap massages. i totally contemplated, but then got to watch carla being slathered in baby oil and worked on by this dude. he looked totally professional. but tehre is something indistinctly weird about a sweaty tan, slightly smelly man in a sun hat pulling and kneading muscles. especially when one is on exposed on the beach, in a bikini which he also pulls out of the way to expose butt cheeks and partial boob for muscle kneading purposes.
last night, as we were expecting the fourth and last of our party to arrive we decide to just hang out at the hotel bar. now, i should properly call this place a hostel, really, as it is overrun by college kids studying abroad and taking a vacay, aussies (cause that's what aussies do--travel), and random backpacking canadians. yes there is the occasional token asian group and some real time adults vacationing as couples. but really, it's a hostel. so hanging out at the bar and consuming ridiculously cheap greek beer (with authentic greek mythical names), turns out the bartenders (who are now buddies) are going out afterwards. after some consideration we agree to join (carla really wanted to go, aggie and i--not so much) suddenly, the bartender walks in and goes 'your friend's flight is canceled' no believing him, i get up to go check the airlines on the computer. now, there is a reason why bars in pools should not be next to pools. the bar is teaming now with 16 year olds (not literally, but you know) taking shots and drinking up a storm. as i try to pass the crowd to get around them to get to the computers, i take a step thinking it's the floor and.....fall into the pool. not like completely in, more like one leg giant step. i am rescued by some american guy who is dressed like an abercrombie catalog page and smells strangely like the combination of abercrombie store and a bit of b.o. but for the rest of the night half of my butt is soaked. the ironic part is that out of all people to fall in it was me, not some drunk teeny bopper girl :(. nice move, doctor, nice move. we ended up not going out. actually, we took a crazy cab into the city (thira, the capital of santorini) but couldnt find anyone from the hostel group. it was super windy and i was freezing (partially due to wetness). so took another cab ride home. oh well!