The Full Moon Party was definitely an interesting experience. There’s nothing quite like being on a beach filled with thousands of people, all drinking and dancing. Unfortuntely, my recollection of the event is pretty spotty. I didn’t personally take any photos, but I know the others did so hopefully there will be some pictures for me to show soon enough. Emily also has some video of me teaching, so hopefully she puts that on Facebook or something so I can share that with you guys.

Anyway, moving on, our group consisted of me, Emily and her twin sister Sally (UK), Jacques (South Africa), Carla (Canada), Lucy (UK) and Alysia (Cali). Greg had already left for Bangkok so he was no longer with us (refer to the photos page to match names with faces). Before going out for dinner, I met some Thai women who were hanging out outside of my bungalow, painting different things on their arms and faces with the neon paint the Full Moon Party is famous for. They convinced me to let them paint some things on me, so I got some flames, a few sun ray type things, and a shamrock that was actually yellow and orange (they didn’t have green, but whatever).

Two Irish fellas joined me and the girls and we all sat around and talked for a bit. The mosquitoes were at their peak and we were all getting horribly bitten up (even with bugspray on) so I decided to go meet up with the others for dinner. We got some dinner at one of the local places and then headed off to our places to pre-party for a bit. I hung out with Emily and Sally at their place and we all had some drinks and goofed around, then we met up with the others later on the beach.

I was already fairly buzzed by the time we arrived at the beach, but then of course one of the Irish guys shows up and immediately convinces me to split a bucket with him. The bucket is the official party drink of the Full Moon Party. It consists of some kind of hard liquor such as rum, whiskey, vodka, etc. mixed with Coke and Red Bull. It hits you a lot harder than you’d think, and I was definitely too over-confident.

Full Moon Bucket

After a lot more drinking, dancing, yelling to each other because the music is so loud, pointing and laughing at other drunk people, and checking out some girls going topless, we were all pretty hammered. Now, don’t get me wrong here, being 1 of 2 guys with a bunch of girls is awesome, but in the wrong situation, it can be pretty disastrous. There were several instances on other nights where guys would be hootin’ and hollerin’ at all of the girls as I walked by with them while they made snarky remarks to me like “Yeah, keep smiling buddy!” or “All of them can’t possibly be with you!” and I would just keep on walking. But tonight, I was pretty over the edge and the music was pumping, so I wasn’t going to take shit from anyone.

Now, it may have been my own imagination, or I was just insinuating things because I was drunk, but I swear there was a group of guys a couple yards away from me and the girls that were giving me “that look”. The one that wants to start something. So I start staring back at them. Little did I care that there was maybe 4 or 5 of them and one of me, or that they were all a lot bigger than me. I was going to stand my ground this time. Anyway, one of the guys starts walking towards me and I’m still staring right at him. He walks by me and, I swear to my best memory, gave me one of those “move outta the way punk” side-swipes with his right arm. At this point I was pretty furious, and had pretty much accepted my fate. I was going to get into a fight tonight. I looked around to see if I could get some help. Jacques and my Irish buddy from before were close by. I walk up to them: “Guys, I am going to fight those guys over there. I need some help.” They asked me to point out which ones I was talking about. “Yeah, those guys.” They came over and stood next to me on each side. We stared at the other group, waiting to see if they’d make a move. And… they did. They walked towards us. Closer and closer, I was getting ready, but they just walked right by us. I turned my head at them, confused, wondering what had just happened. They had just gone over to the other friend, the guy who pushed me before, and were just standing there drinking. I walked up to them, still kind of confused: “Hey… umm, dude, why’d you push me man?” The music was loud, but somehow he understood me. “Uhh, did I? Sorry, I didn’t mean to, man. Here, want some?” He offered me a drink of his bucket, and was actually being sincere. At this point I just kind of lost it a little. “Hey guys, look, I don’t want any trouble okay? I just want to have fun, ya know? No trouble.” They looked at me and just chuckled. They had no idea what I was talking about. Apparently it was all just in my head, just pent up anger or whatever. “Yeah man, same here. We just want to have a good time.” I shook the guy’s hand and took a swig from his bucket and went back to the girls. Bomb diffused.

We all ended up getting split up a bit after a while, and I headed back alone (I was way too drunk for a girl anyway), so there isn’t much more to tell. We saw plenty of people passed out head first in the sand on the beach, as well as plenty of guys taking leaks in the sea. In the end, we all had a great time and woke up with horrible hangovers. The end!