So... the day had finally come. The reason why Poppy was still in Thailand with a horrible burn, and why we were sitting in a hut near a yoga platform. The Full Moon Party.
In order to prepare for such an 'epic' evening we decided to take the morning easy by walking along the beach, playing some cards, reading our books... followed by a bottle of gin and some more of the 'American Office'. All very civilised of course.
By 10:30pm we were piled into the back of a truck, with our glad rags on, howling at the moon with a hoard of other over excited Westerners. Why and how the Thai people put up with this every month, is beyond me, but thank you Thailand. You are the hostess with the mostest.
As we arrived near Tommy's we queued up, somehow avoided paying and in the space of about 10minutes we were covered in body paint and I was dancing my way to the toilet with a lady boy! Only in Thailand.
I had a very sexy fluorescent fish painted on my arm, a couple of green hand prints on my thighs, 'Full Moon' painted across my fingers and a few random spots and stripes across my face. Poppy let me draw a 'butterfly' on her face and a she too got COVERED in various beach designs.
To the beach it was, via the bucket stand where we got our first official Full Moon bucket (a plastic castle shaped bucket with a litre of vodka, a bottle of lethal red bull and a can of coke/sprite). The beach was packed, the music was incredible, the dancing was hilarious, the banter was unbeatable and I can safely say it was the best beach party I have EVER been to.
The rest of the evening included me jumping up on a podium, Poppy running off and reappearing with new best friends, a couple of trips into the sea, a very wet and broken camera, lots of lost money (which had floated out of Poppy's dress) and three new lovely friends Edward, James and Mozzy, who made sure we were kept safe and sound.
Unsurprisingly Poppy and I lost each other. We did very well to meet up every hour on the hour up until 6am but by 7am we had no idea where the other one was. As for me, I helped the boys find their keys (not an easy task!) and then walked all the way home. This took 3 hours, I got heat stroke and the worst post-drinking pains I have ever had and spent the next two days in bed being very very sick.
Poppy, who had no money at all, luckily bumped into a guy who was staying at our end of the beach and she managed to get a lift back up to the bungalow, a quick shower and then grabbed a bike to drive around looking for me. THAT is a best friend, right there!
Unfortunately she went the opposite way to the way I was coming so we missed each other and she missed my grim walk of shame. Either way, a suitably messy end to a fantastically messy evening.