"What is it with these full moon parties anyway, Sean asked tongue in cheek, "I know they're meant to be wild with the techno music, the sweating nubile bodies, the European ravers and the mind altering drugs but what brings you back time and time again?
"Well man..," he started to answer, warming up to one of his favourite topics but Sean interrupted. "Is it the liberated women?"
The American looked at Sean suspiciously but then a memory struck him. His Coney Island smile broke out at the thought. "Well there was this particular time last July when I met a beautiful Finnair air stewardess on Koh Phangan during a party."
Finally he won Sean's full attention. At last there was something far more interesting than the cost of airfares and estimated times of arrival at international airports. Sex!
"This woman, she was like a Nordic goddess man, said Ted. "Six feet tall with blonde hair to her waist, clear blue eyes and I swear every inch of her was tanned to perfection."
"Is this an advertisement for Finnair or what. Cut to the chase and tell me what she was like in the sack!" said Sean crassly.
Ted ignored the interruption. "I saw her dancing on the beach. Swaying to the hip hop tunes you know so I got into the groove as well and moved into her zone, nothing was said between us mind you.We just swayed together.
"Two heavenly bodies would naturally," said Sean.
"Anyway Helga, that was her name, invites me to her bungalow, up the hill a ways. It was a really nice place with a little garden and a proper bathroom with these blue and green ceramic tiles of painted fish which was really cool. Everything was perfect. Helga offered me a beer while I sat on a wicker chair out on this cute little verandah and went inside to change into this really stunning lemon pant suit thing. Man, it must have been like Versace. Then she started lighting all these incense candles. There must have been like a dozen of them. All different colours with this wonderful smell. While she was lighting these candles, she asked me whether I wanted to listen to some music while we made love. That's just what she said and the way she said it was cool too. Very matter of fact with this fantastic Scandinavian accent. And then."
"And then.?" Sean repeated. He wanted a graphic description of the inevitable conclusion.
"And then she ruined everything."
"WHAT?!!"
"Yeah.ruined everything.Would you believe she went and put Phil Collins on her cassette player. Phil Fucking Collins! Do you believe that! It totally destroyed the whole atmosphere, man. The moment was lost. I couldn't wait to finish my beer and get outa there after that."
Sean looked at his friend who was shaking his big head. A handsome head with a lantern jaw, an aquiline nose and hooded eyes that could've got him most any women he wanted. But he didn't want any. He just didn't care. He cared about not playing Phil Collins when the mood was almost perfect. That was definitely not cool man. Who cares about sex when you can listen to the Stone Roses on Koh Phangan during a full moon party night and admire your new Trail Vision hiking shoes with a Goretex XCR Membrane, Timberland khaki shorts with full button front, snap closures and seam zippered pockets for security and white Hanes singlet while quenching your thirst with a Tiger beer.
Who needs Miss Finnair Perfection, with her golden suntanned legs stretching up to deodorised armpits. Who needs Miss Helga with an undoubted pussy of utter magnificence lurking in the folds of her Versace harem pants. Who needs her if she was going to screw it all up by introducing Phil Collins into the mix. To Ted, it was all perfectly clear.
Dinan could see his friend's point. He really could. He hated Phil Collins too. Any right thinking man did. He just thought he probably would've disregarded the musical taste aspect, for a while.until after the incense and candles had gone out anyway.
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