I had to leave Marmaris with my girlfriend Aynur for one week, so we could get married in Antalya. We arrived on the Thursday and she went to her mothers house for a few days to get prepared for the wedding so I had to go by myself to the King Bar Quiz Night hosted by Anıl and Roar.
It was good to see some old friends there and also meet some new ones, including this guy who along with his girlfriend fitted in very well to the scene.
You can see him joining in on the Ranting round below although I must admit I disagree with his point that because we are foreigners here then 10TL is not as much for us as it is for Turkish people. We live here full time too so 10TL is in fact 10TL and not £2.50. Anyway, it was all just for a bit of fun.
One person from each table had to represent their team and before it started Clare said I would win easily but Jolanda wanted to complain about her difficulties in Ankara getting her Residence Permit so I took a step back. Probably just as well because given the subjects of Family, The Economy and Dating amongst others I would have needed much longer than 1 minute to fully vent my spleen.
Janet and Clare were the winners for the evening and Anıl threw lots of fake money their way which I am sure they appreciated….not.
They didn’t even much appreciate the shot of cocktail they got for every correct answer as they gave them to me, as did Effie and Jolanda from my team, so that along with the fact I was taking Vodka straight from the bottle Anıl and Roar had to keep them fuelled meant, I was getting pissed pretty quickly.
I had met Bettina quite a few years ago in Adı Bar and she kept saying she would come out again and eventually she made it, bringing along her friend into the bargain.
I hadn’t seen Nicko since last August when I had just returned to Antalya from my year in Scotland so it was good to see him popping in towards the end of the quiz.
Anıl, Roar and myself kept drinking at King Bar for a while before we went to Gaga Bar with poor Effie, who had to no doubt listen to our bollocks although I can’t remember what we were blabbing about as I was a lot drunker than I thought I was by this time.
Those cocktail shots were stronger than they tasted and the 3 or 4 large Vodka’s were having their effect too, so much so that the bouncer (on the right) at Gaga Bar decided we were too drunk to enter their premises and I wasn’t going to argue. Well, would you?
I realised that I was pretty blotto and decided to head back my friends apartment where I was staying for the week and I took a few drunken selfie’s on the way, as if to remind myself the next day that there is really no need to get myself into this condition.
However, I didn’t need to look at the photo’s to realise that as what happened next showed me that quite clearly.
My friends stay in a large site and instead of going to the 3rd apartment block I went to the second. The front door on the outside of the building must have been open or else they all have the same code on the lock but anyway I managed to get in and went up two flights and tried to open the front door.
Earlier in the day, Alper had given me the key and there was a slight problem with it but a sober person could easily fix it and open the door, as I had done earlier. However, this time I couldn’t open the door, obviously because it was the wrong one but I think I put it down to the fact I was drunk and I couldn’t work the key properly.
So, as I couldn’t get in I decided that instead of ringing the bell to wake Alison up to answer the door that I would sleep outside the door until Alper got home from nightshift at 8am and he could let me in. What could go wrong with a plan like that, eh?
At one point during the night I needed a pee and so walked down some stairs to go in the garden and I noticed my keys were laying outside an apartment on the floor below the one I was sleeping on, so I picked them up and went to the garden where I pee’d and then went back to the doorstep again to get my head down.
The next thing I know the front door opens and I hear a loud scream from the woman who lived there. I took this as my queue to leave as it didn’t sound like Alison. On leaving the apartment this time I realised my mistake and made my way to my friends block but the husband of the woman came chasing after me.
I apologised and explained I was staying with Alper but he didn’t believe me and so followed me up the stairs until I got to the correct house and opened the door at which point he bought my story.
Alison was up and so in my still fairly drunken state, I explained what had happened and of course, she had a good laugh about it. I then went to bed…..at last.
All is well that ends well eh. At least that is what I have to tell myself.
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