Last night was Sophia's night out in a way, she had the day off today so could afford to have a big one and not worry about having to work. Like all the other nights we sat round drinking, for a change we went in the basement and watched some films whilst beer and nuts were being constantly passed around. We were all just drinking to wait whilst Sophia finished her shift and was free to go out. They had already planned to go to a bar called bunker, it was across the bridge but not too far, maybe a five minute walk or so once over the bridge. I couldn't help myself again and had to go and see the sea lions, see what those fat lumps were up to this evening. Was a little bit rushed as the others had gone off to the bar and a couple of us were just watching the sea lions.
The bar was underground, underneath a restaurant, being called the bunker I would at least expect it to be below something plus I had seen the sign on a bus ride to the brewery. Sophia and her friend who also works at the hostel but on the day shift had been bigging up mojitos, I said margheritas the other day but I meant mojitos. When we arrived, the group were sitting in the corner on a tall table and sitting on stools, there clearly wasn't enough space for everybody to sit so we all moved to the other corner with a couple of sofas and some normal chairs, plenty of space there. On the bar menu, they had lots of cocktails, beers and other alcoholic beverages, I noticed something called a pisco Bunker, turns out that a couple of the others had also. The pisco bunker is basically a litre of pisco in a big glass with a small bottle of coke. When it came to my order, they had run out of these big glasses so the waitress said I could have two smaller ones, it seemed like I got a good deal and had more pisco. The glass the others had was like a vase, it was huge, really tall and wide. The glass I had on the other hand was also big but tall and slender like a glass you would normally get a sundae in not half a litre of pisco. Diego, one of the others with the pisco bunker named my glass the 'pussy glass', probably because it was rather feminine, doesn't matter as it had the same thing inside. Everybody then started referring to me as pussy glass, it was quite funny though to here them saying it in a Spanish accent. I must have gotten quite drunk as I didn't remember going to another bar after that one closed, but we did. I saw a photo earlier on and we were in there for a while. I tried a pisco sour and to be honest I didn't think anything of it, really sharp sour lemon juice with sickly sweet sugar and obviously pisco. I just settled with my glass of house red wine. Not too sure what time it was that we left but the night was still young, as it was a Sunday not much was on, most bars had closed early and clubs weren't open. We all went back to the hostel but on the way I had to go and see the big fat lumps of blubber again. I wanted to say goodbye to them as it may be the last time that I see them. I got really close and stroked one and tapped his belly, then it all went a bit wrong, they seemed a little more agitated than before. I wanted to stroke one of the younger girls but the older brother was going mad and roaring and nearly biting me I decided to give up and go back to hostel and see what's going on. Walking through the door I could smell food, the smell made me really hungry, I was already getting a little hungry, this just tipped me over the edge. I had to boil myself some pasta, I was too impatient so I ate it only half cooked with some soy sauce and raw onions, a decision I wish I hadn't made because the girls in my room would not shut up about the onions. Those of us left over, well, still awake ended up playing uno until about 7 in the morning, then we called it a night, had to get some sleep.