We vowed not to drink, as to not be hungover for our second attempt at the Blue Grotto. Slightly wiser from the two days earlier, we called to see if the Blue Grotto was open, with assurance it was, we were back on the bus. Ashley, Monica, and I arrived to see her family visibly pissed. Despite saying it was open for boats rides, we were again turned away by tarped boats, the minimal waves were still too much for the small boats. A disappointing moment of my last day but there is always another time...Malta is a place I would like to travel back to and when I do, those boats better be ready!
I wasn't going to let that stop me from enjoying the day, it was still better than being in London. We drove back to the beach for a day of laying out and floating in the bay. Very rarely do I have a relaxing holiday, I always feel like I am rushing to see as much as possible so it was nice to just stop and enjoy. We spent the afternoon doing just that, resting up for a night out.
We got dressed up to go to Malta's fanciest club, club 22 that sits on top of the islands' only skyscapper. Before heading out, we stopped to pregame at a small pub. We downed a couple beers and 4-5 shots each , drinking with the bartender and dancing around to 80s music, before venturing to the club. As two of us stood back, Ashley and the two guys were let in by the bouncer. Coming back out to get us, we all waited again in a short line, this time the bouncer refused the boys, citing shorts as a violation of the dress code. It would have been no big deal but we stood back as 4 men wearing shorts were granted entrance, realizing there would be no changing the outcome we headed back to the strip. More trays of shots had us dancing in no time. I joined a group of guys and gals dancing on the bar before heading to another club. The second club was similar to the first, cheap shots and old school music. As much fun as it was, I felt out of place. As the only member of the group not on the prowl, it was a little weird when the others paired off. Awkward! Since it was already 3:30-4, I decided to leave to avoid standing in a corner drunk by myself as the others found a one night fling. For the first time, I felt weird having a boyfriend, maybe a little less cool because I was not interested in hooking up. Although I know it was completely in my head, I couldn't shake the 5th wheel feeling Drunk and tired, I took a cab home to finish packing and get ready to head back to London. Without sleeping I left for London at 5:30am.
As fun and relaxing as Malta was, I was ready to get home and grateful to have someone waiting at Heathrow's arrival gate.
I wasn't going to let that stop me from enjoying the day, it was still better than being in London. We drove back to the beach for a day of laying out and floating in the bay. Very rarely do I have a relaxing holiday, I always feel like I am rushing to see as much as possible so it was nice to just stop and enjoy. We spent the afternoon doing just that, resting up for a night out.
We got dressed up to go to Malta's fanciest club, club 22 that sits on top of the islands' only skyscapper. Before heading out, we stopped to pregame at a small pub. We downed a couple beers and 4-5 shots each , drinking with the bartender and dancing around to 80s music, before venturing to the club. As two of us stood back, Ashley and the two guys were let in by the bouncer. Coming back out to get us, we all waited again in a short line, this time the bouncer refused the boys, citing shorts as a violation of the dress code. It would have been no big deal but we stood back as 4 men wearing shorts were granted entrance, realizing there would be no changing the outcome we headed back to the strip. More trays of shots had us dancing in no time. I joined a group of guys and gals dancing on the bar before heading to another club. The second club was similar to the first, cheap shots and old school music. As much fun as it was, I felt out of place. As the only member of the group not on the prowl, it was a little weird when the others paired off. Awkward! Since it was already 3:30-4, I decided to leave to avoid standing in a corner drunk by myself as the others found a one night fling. For the first time, I felt weird having a boyfriend, maybe a little less cool because I was not interested in hooking up. Although I know it was completely in my head, I couldn't shake the 5th wheel feeling Drunk and tired, I took a cab home to finish packing and get ready to head back to London. Without sleeping I left for London at 5:30am.
As fun and relaxing as Malta was, I was ready to get home and grateful to have someone waiting at Heathrow's arrival gate.
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