The newspaper was filled with notes from the municipality about new laws and regulations, a list of upcoming birthdays, and events. In one corner was an advertisement for a party for Live Earth on 07.07.07--the next day. I knew that the Live Earth concerts were happening, but I completely forgot they were so soon. We had to go!
The party was on the island of Antiparos, the island next to Paros. 1 euro gets you across. It's so close, I could swim across with no problem...except for the ferry boats, kite surfers, and ritzy private boats. So Charlotte, Jim, and I make plans for the weekend. Charlotte and I take the ferry across at around 4pm so we have some time the check things out around there before the party starts at 10. We get a campground set up, as we expect the party to be a rager and the ferrys stop crossing at 1am. Jim would feed the dogs, do some things at the house, and then take the ferry across at 10 and meet us at the party.
We were all expecting this huge beach party with bonfires and music and happy people dancing and happy people swimming and beer and fun!
Charlotte and I decide to make our way to the party place around 10:15 after sitting on the dock for a while. Jim missed the ferry so he wouldn't be in until 11. We figured we'd stake out a good place to hang out at the party because we figured there would be a ton of people there and limited chilling space.
The bar wasn't full of music and happy people dancing and happy people swimming... it wasn't even on the beach, so swimming and bonfires were impossible. The bar was actually this really ritzy place with posh couches and fancy waitresses. Oh man, we both thought. This is NOT what we were expecting. The people there didn't even look like they were having fun. Total buzz kill.
Jim met us at the bar and after giving it a shot, we all decided we could find a better time on the island. We walked through the square, people watched for a while, but in the end, sat on the beach for a few hours drinking and talking about how lame the party was.
Jim slept in his car at the port, which is really funny because he's so tall that I can't believe he couldn't come up with a better alternative. Charlotte and I slept head-to-foot in her 1 person tent. Close quarters with a girl that I just met and am not really sure if I even like yet. She's very intense, has lived on an organic farm in Cali for many years, and would tell you that she knows everything about farming if you asked her.
Although the party wasn't what we thought it would be, we all got a kick of what we thought it would be like. We're all determined to find a raging beach party before I leave here.
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