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First day with Stoke Travel

Posted on by manolosway

After finally completing my time in London, I pursued with my much-awaited return to Barcelona, and to begin work with Stoke Travel.

Once getting my VISA, apartment and all that pointless shit sorted I contacted my employers to see when we can meet, conveniently a team meeting was set for the next day at lunchtime.

Destination: Stoke Bar

Time: 2pm

Not entirely sure what to expect, I refrained from ordering a pint as I got there slightly early, wearing jeans and a Bob Marley t-shirt. Damn, was I over-dressed…. They arrived minutes later with torn up t-shirts, shorts, flip-flops and the girls wearing bikinis underneath.

The first order of the day, PINTS FOR EVERYONE! Damn, I love this job already, we move upstairs to chill on the couch and get our marketing plans sorted…most of us just chilaxin on our backs and talking complete bullshit the entire meeting…

Once all the business talk was over, we agree to meet for an ‘International Party’ and BBQ at the office later on…but for now we drink during the 4 hour wait, getting to know everyone and the sexy bartender the vibes got to the point where we start to dance in the street bustin’ loud reggaeton and dirty British music from the bar.

Pints continue to flow, until we realize its time to get to the BBQ… with the buzz flowing through our veins we arrive to the office. First thing I see are the interns on the terrace sunbathin’ and drinkin’ beer… whilst satisfying online demand of course. I step inside to see people takin a nap on the bed and flexin’ to good tunes whilst those awake took over all things business, cuz in the end shits gotta get done.

Getting to know the crew, I realize that this is no average bunch, ranging from Poland and Australia, to Cali and Slovakia this is proper diverse group.

Bustin’ tune from all our nations you know I gotta represent the 441 (Bermuda) with our very own Collie Buddz… considering an American was cookin the meal we had them Nachos w/Burgers n Fries…with amigos arriving high and on them munchies, plus people needin to fulfil their drunk craving, in 20 minutes …. We were a happy group of drunkies.

My memory fades a bit after that, and I took advantage of the chance to go home and get much needed rest after getting my bureaucratic shit sorted. I need all the rest I can get before the party really gets started, because in a city like Barcelona, sleep is an accessory, not a necessity.

But what I wanna say about my work crew at Stoke Travel, is that the vibes are good, the people are chill and business is poppin’.

With boat parties (with unlimited free beer n wine) and festivals galore if you ever care to join the fun hit me up or check out the website @ http://stoketravel.com/

One Love

HOW MEN DRINK!!! (PART 2)

Posted on by manolosway

Back in the day (damn I sound old), when I lived with the manliest of men who drank past conceivable measures, there was once a night…where they finally drank too much, too fast.

In our flat we hosted party after party after party, and during preparations for yet another drunk experience, my flatmates went to go buy some whiskey.

Meanwhile I played host to the girl (NYC) that came early (because she was deeply in love with one of my roomies) until they came back.

When they did, they were in a heated argument…confused as to why they were screaming at each other, I ask what’s the problem.

In unison they said, “HE THINKS HE CAN DRINK MORE THAN ME!!!”

So with 2 bottles of cheap Scotch they bring out the cards and spread them across the table face down. Then Gasp (Armenian from part 1) said to McCone (new edition, ½ Belgian ½ New Zealander), whoever picks up a 2 drinks half a glass of straight whiskey, no chaser and for an Ace, a whole glass.

NYC and I look at them bemused, but let them go ahead because it would be entertaining before everyone else gets here.

Gasp, the unlucky bastard, picked 2 Aces in his first 3 cards… brilliant. McCone managed to pick up a 2 and an Ace as punishment for laughing at him as the challenge goes on.

In 10 min, they devoured both bottles, although I must admit to getting thirsty and pouring a glass. They’re status… fine, FOR NOW!! During their session one of our best mates (Firasso from part 1) came over and decided to be the sober for the night alongside me.

The party eventually begins, with the occasional boxing match and drunk screaming, then we discover that Gasp has been missing for 20 min… he locked himself in the bathroom with NYC, with the shower running.

McCone, declared victory and kept partying….but a lot of us had to pee. 2 hours had passed since Gasp locked himself in the bathroom, shower still running, leading to our guests having to use the toilet at the bar next door. Damn.

Assuming he either died or passed out, we go to the club, then shit takes another twist. As we enter the bouncer picks out McCone and states he is too drunk, he says.

“FUCK OFF I’M AS SOBER AS A CUCUMBER!”

He tries again, again and again with various strangers, from Ireland, Spain, USA, Australia, Germany etc… he tries 13 TIMES to get in, eventually the bouncer pours a bucket of water over him and said “Fuck off.”

It doesn’t end there, eventually 2 of our friends (a couple) came to check for us, then McCone gets mad and starts to fight us, struggling to pin him against the wall we feel like the battle was won…. Then the Police drive slowly by and look at us, of course all three of us says it’s cool.

However… when they drive off, McCone discovers his inner HULK!! Shoves us off and runs away, we catch him though (2 drunk 2 go far) and he calms down. McCone and my other friend suddenly become brothers, enough so that McCone pulled down his pants so our friend can smack his bare ass. Odd.

Eventually we separate and I have to take the drunk baby home…. alone

Thus he takes advantage…. strips to his boxers, runs around the city and fights back like a she-devil, scratching me every time I got close…I still have a scar to this day.

Finally, I wrestle him back into the house to find Gasp left the bathroom…and puked EVERYWHERE!!! The kitchen, the living room, hallway, McCone’s room (payback) and even made a circle around the cage of our newly purchased….Bunny rabbit we got for Easter.

Poor guy died from the fumes. RIP Fluffy

They wake up not remembering shit and wondering why Fluffy’s dead, they didn’t learn their lesson though….but then again I wouldn’t expect them too.

Miss those guys.