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The fiesta to end all fiestas
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The Fiesta to end all Fiestas
Rising like a phoenix, believe this...
And so riding the wave of building anticipation like a Waimea Bay shore break we came rolling into town, manic rum totaling crusaders, in search of the ultimate finish to the reign of terror that once was...
Searching for the ultimate fiesta!
The Fiesta to End All Fiestas
Or so it was dubbed for our return on the sign we took no time in cleaning of someones foolish fancy dress party idea to ensure the hostal was ready for the weekend that we anticipated soon to grip it. A retake on the Party to End All Parties concept that we left The Secret Garden with (a night that indeed ended far later than the usual terrace closing time and saw us finish a bottle of tequila, amongst numerous other bottles, under the pretext of "selling shots"... and certainly a party I am sure was not soon forgotten).
Though not quite reaching the crazed peaks of our first finale we still managed to tear the place to pieces with a party that left Tarquin (hostal owner) helpless at the destructive fiesta slowly drowning all liquor in the hostal to the point where he at one point in total dismay at the events could be found offering his keys up saying -
"Take them. This isn´t a hostal! This is your party..."
Showing no control over the happenings to the point where he did not seem to bat an eyelid at Shawn breaking into the top shelf liquor cabinet (soon to finish everything inside), or even more surprisingly at the fact that guests had started to serve themselves beers and of coarse neglecting to mark them down on their bills!! This was full scale out of control fiesta of the likes I have yet to witness at the Garden (and of coarse, for those in the know, includes copious amounts of MINT, often being mixed directly into the mouth of the shot taker) to the point where the newly pregnant Katherine (owners wife) got into the act pouring straight up Vodka shots and forcing them upon the staff (or more specifically the ex-staff!!).
The evening of coarse ended up in Downtown (and how could it not!) with Shawn passed out on a couch (after very humorously, and drunkenly, stating earlier that he was -
"Going to Downtown to pass out on the couch!"
despite me pointing out, in logic obviously too straight forward for someone at that level of drunkenness, that at 6 bucks cover it was far cheaper, and perhaps far more enjoyable, not to mention beneficial, to catch a $2 cab home to a nice cosy, free, bed) and myself Lucian and Katherine (Tarquin having previously been cabbed home after beginning to rugby tackle people in the bar) rocking the dance floor.
Certainly a fitting welcome and certainly one that won´t soon be forgotten, especially by the Garden management!!
What you gunna do now?
Shout out here to Damian from the original Secret Garden crew. For those who don´t know the man he was famed for always being up for the all you can drink deal, following it up where ever the party was at, and then being up at dawn to climb some mountain or another. All of this and then would repeat the process night after night, day after day! It should also be noted at this point that he came to Ecuador to do some jungle volunteer thing, and after one night out with the Secret Garden, at that point firmly under Shawn and my twisted control, decided it was way too much fun, ditched his volunteer program (for which he had already paid amounts of Euro´s I don´t even want to know about) to stay around in Quito partying it up at the Secret Garden, and generally being a core element to what was a rocking month in the time of aforementioned hostal.
Well Damian... Lucian would have made you proud, rocking off to climb a volcano the day after the party I have described (only after making us promise we would do it all again the following night) Shawn and I however would not, as despite having the opportunity to climb the volcano at minimal cost we, alas, did not make it.
We did however make it out again the following night for a somewhat more subdued, but still rocking, follow up in the vein of "the good old days" at Heinikin´s, and following up at Downtown, where I was finally confronted by the fact that the Quito scene really is quite gross, referring here to the proliferation of slutty "gringo hunters", which hit me with disgust, finally, like a blow to the chest and left me walking home from downtown shaking my head... Ugh!! Perhaps it was seeing the Papaya Chica again, but wait.. that is a story unto itself... and not one for here I must confess, but perhaps next we meet I shall share....
Which is why I walk and talk this way!
So it was a bit strange rocking into The Secret Garden to find new staff running the show (though dare I say, not quick rocking the show!) however we were very quick to stake our territory (occasionally slipping to the point where I found myself subconsciously cleaning up the terrace after dinner and serving drinks), and was even stranger to not be able to simply help ourselves to what ever we liked (though they certainly did look after us, and we didn´t pay for much, and Brad, also now an ex-staff member - and that was another level of strangeness in itself! - was quick to show us that we were quite able to treat the hostal as home, and thus, help ourselves!).
To the old Garden crew - some things have changed. Though, and you´re going to love this, the Communal Scent lived on!! Haha, even without my crazy Canadian amigo people were still rocking the discotecas smelling distinctly Secret Garden (as an unfortunate follow up, the same crazed Canadian drunkenly broke the bottle, thus bringing the scent, along with our reign over the Secret Garden, full circle and to a close!).
FIN.
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