A day in the life of Laura and Meghan

Alright, since we last wrote, we have arrived on the tiny island of Ios. Words cannot even begin to explain the insanity of this island, and we are both slightly stunned that this is where we are spending our summer. its a lot to take in and we will do our best to explain it to you.

basically, ios (population 1500) is spring break all summer. its mostly australians, canadians and a few americans...i.e no one speaks greek. you would never even know you were on a greek island. imagine white sand beaches in the meditteranean packed of people aged 20-30, drinking, playing loud music, swimming...and next to the beach they have a whole pool scene, where you can lounge at the pool if the meditteranean isn't quite good enough for you. it is complete insanity. so yah, that is the day scene.
at night, the island turns from crazy beach scene, to crazy club/nightlife scene. the small town is like a maze of white streets that are jam packed with people partying there lives away. its wild, and we are completely overwhelmed and kind of out of our element. most of the people we meet who have been here more than 5 days have this glazed over expression and are in a constant state of either drunkenness or hungoverness...they are barely functioning.

and as crazy as all this is, we are going to try and stay here, we have "jobs" and a place to live, so that we can prolong our travel money for september and after so that we dont have to deal with all the tourists in europe. our summer basically consists of this:

12pm: we wake up, eat some greek yogurt and discuss the antics of the previous night

1pm: we go to our bar that we work at to help clean it and receive our illegal wages that are just barely enough to pay our rent and buy some food (although we've been getting some good tips)

3pm: we wander down to the beach (we are slowly turning into complete beach bums) and sit apart from all the craziness to read our good historical fiction books and watch all the people that we saw who were wasted the night before at our bar looking like they want to die

6pm: wander home, eat some dinner, take a nap, shower, get ready to go out (aka drink some wine on our balcony of our little room we are renting)

10pm: start work (we are "waitresses" at a bar called red bull...its a really popular bar that plays good music and compared to other girls working on the island, we have really good hours. a lot of the people work from 10pm-7am and then have to go down to the beach to promote their bar from 3pm-6pm but since our bar is already popular, we dont have to do promo) working means we bring people their drinks, but mainly stand on the steps outside the bar and look like we are having the best time EVER so that you want to come into our bar. we work with this crazy girl from texas and apparently three blond girls from the states are a tourist attraction as people keep randomly taking awkward pictures of us...not cool.

12am: still working
1am: still dancing
2am: still working
3am: still working
4am: still working and dying
5am: thinking we get to go home but end up getting dragged out to "party" til like 7...cool

7am: we get home, laura tries to pretend to read and wakes up in the morning not remember what she read and i usually just sleep.

which brings us back to us wakign up. we'll see how long we can keep this up but our boss, george, is nice enough to say that we can ask when we want a night off...like 1 night off ever 30 days.

alright, we need to go nap.