Once a year my little island decides to spend millions of dollars drinking, smoking, gambling, and indulging in any and all kinds of drunken debauchery. Bermuda’s 4 day weekend celebration known as Cup Match is an experience unrivaled. This was my experience…
The kick off of Cup Match is the Thursday Beachfest. A celebration and free concert on Bermuda’s largest and most popular beach. I arrived around 11am to stake out my spot and join friends in welcoming in this holiday . Even at 11am the beach was packed like a refugee camp. But this is a refugee camp for anyone looking to have fun in the sun.
I couldn’t have asked for a better day. Good friends, good food, and plenty to drink. I’d like to tell you I remember my day but I don’t. I remember arriving and then random bits and pieces.
The first big memory after drinks being consumed was doing some serious making out with a girl up until now I didn’t like very much. She is one of those cultured types. I realize that when I’m drunk i don’t care who sees me making out with a girl. I can even remember at one point when other people in the water were cheering us on.
We shared a ride home sneaking kisses here and there you would think we were more than casual lovers. Whats so striking about this is how I met her. I walked/snuck into a 5-star restaurant picking up a friend in nothing but sweatpants and a lousy t-shirt. I was completely under dressed and knew nobody at the table. I couldn’t change the situation so at the time I focused on keeping good body language. Now months later my could-give-a-fuck behavior has paid off.