My Crazy Life
Plain and simple and imprinted on a drunk Australian’s back. And I will always remember him as being drunk. Drunk at the beach, drunk in my VIP section in the club, and passed out drunk on the sidewalk by the bus station. Good Morning. Because every day here is a morning and every morning is a night. When something utterly ridiculous happens all of us workers at the bar just laugh in disbelief and say “Good Morning.” Our life schedules are to ridiculous and not normal here that if you don’t laugh, you’ll go literally insane. I rarely ever see the night, or I never notice it because the sun is always just on the horizon. But the other night, I pushed my way through the gaggles of drunken people from all walks of the Earth, bust through the double doors of the upstairs club and rested my hands on the balcony. I just took a deep breathe and stopped for a second. And for the first time, I looked up at the sky and saw the brightest stars you would ever see. Isn’t it amazing when you are in such a roller coaster of a situation, you can always look up and see the calm.
I met a guy who is a bartender at another bar, his name is Marcus and he often hangs out with us. He is Australian and very nice. He was standing by my VIP section last night, and he noticed how stressed out I was over creepy Italians grabbing me or drunk VIP trying to dance with me and what not…and he whispered to me..”You know Linds, this is such a hard place to live. All of us have to look out for each other.” It was so simple to say, yet it really struck a chord inside me. In the end, I am only a memory maker. People will remember me and the time they had at the bar, or on the beach…but the people I work with or live with have my back no matter what.
I have discovered that I am probably going on a very big adventure after Mykonos. I have been offered many jobs throughout the world, and I just might hop on the journey-of-life train I so often speak of, then come back for another summer here in Mykonos. This might mean I will not come back to Seattle for awhile, but I am making the memories that count.
I have been through it all you guys. Chased home by 6 Greeks, pushed in a pool during sunrise, had long talks on the beach, seen an elephant thong, considered 2:30pm my morning and 8am my bed time, had my fair share of Grey Goose/Belvedere/Moet, driven an ATV and almost hit a by a bus, swam in the Aegean, drove a jet ski with an F-1 race car driver, drank Champagne on a private yacht bigger than my house, officially had my name changed to Barbie by the locals…and yes, held many stray kittens.
It has been one month and 3 weeks since I made the decision to quit my job and take a leap of faith. It has been one month since I left Seattle. And one month since I made the best decision of my life. Many people look at me and say “you have the best job in the world. Do you know how many people wish they could do what you are doing?” Yes. I understand, but my reply back is always “then why don’t they.” That is when I see the biggest smile on their faces and it is my favorite when they stop for one second and realize I am right. This has been a crazy summer ladies and gentlemen, but hey, such as life.
Good Morning.
