I was in Panama for spring break with 5 of my friends. One night, we decided to start pre-gaming with shots of patron and mixed drinks of vodka & crandberry around 7:30p.m. After taking a few shots we decided to relax and have a couple drinks with some Israelis that we met who had just gotten out of the military. They informed us that they were going to a really fun casino that night and invited us to go. Sounded like a good idea, right?
I was laying on this small fucking bed in the hostel completely naked. Neither my friend nor me knew what the fuck had happened so without a care in the world I decide to just go back to sleep. Two hours later, my other friend shook me to wake me up and ask me why he had just woken up outside on the hammock. I told him I had no idea but that I woke up naked! We were both extremely confused and assumed we just had one wild night, going back to sleep was the best choice again.
When I woke up about an hour later, I rolled out of bed and as I stoop up I saw a small piece of paper fall to the floor beside me. I picked it up and it said “Hey…I had a great time last night…” and at the bottom was the Israeli soldier’s e-mail address.
I suddenly began to recall small bits of the end of the night, and all I could remember was being in an alley beside our hostel on a wobbly chair doing things that naked people do with this Israeli soldier. I was later told that between the casino and the alley I went to one bar with 3 of my friends, where we took more shots, and two more bars with the friend who woke up outside. Neither of us knew how we got back to our hostel, considering neither of us speak a word of Spanish and didn’t know where we were. Apparently, I also ate a bag of Doritos in this time and smoked with two people who worked at the hostel who I had never met before (they told me the next day that I told them the same story about my new lighter four times). Nobody knows how I got home, how I met them, or how I met up with the Israeli (or where I left my dignity!).
