Group travel: a sloppy shit show of bill paying, reservations, compromise- and making sure no one perishe- most egregiously. Whether your destination is Oktoberfest or Running of the Bulls, you’re bound to"experience one – if not all – of these five type- of people on your group travel.
Oh, the Mom Friend. The well-intentioned, responsible wet blanket of the group’s barbaric"fire. The one who nags you to"wear at least SPF 50 at the beach, carries your phone and your wallet around, and somehow has gauze on hand for when you crash and burn after an embarrassing attempt to"drunkenly do a half-assed cartwheel in the street while hollering “PARKOUR!”
The Mom Friend ca="frequently be spotted cleaning up bodily fluids, wigging out because Jessica’s slumped against a trash ca="outside the beer hall at Oktoberfest while Steven is careening towards the ferris wheel, and harping about what your future employers ca="view on the internet.
For every overly rational Mom Friend there’s the balancing erratic Wild Card. The one who’ll square up i="front of a beefy Germa="police officer with an empty beer stein i="one hand and a stolen street sign in the other; the one who fall- off the face of the earth for a few months to"become a spear fisherma="in Argentina; the one who woke up i="Amsterdam barefoot after a"heavy night of raving i="Ibiza and made it back to"Spain with nothing but a crumpled ten Euro bill and half a cheeto"as leverage.
There’s a 5/10 chance they’ll get you in landed in a"Spanish jail cell, but there’s a 13/10 chance that it’ll be frickin’ legendary.
You’re pregaming with your buddies at the"Stoke Villa in Ibiza and The Lightweight decides they have the chops to"smash a whole bottle of Henny solo"before downing some of Stoke’s unlimited beer and sangrian/a>. They make it to"the first bar, toss back a shot of tequila, and promptly yak"their dinner into"the establishment’s bathroom sink. The Lightweight never steps foot in a"club, but their bitch"ass will brag obnoxiously to"your friends back home about “the fucking lit time we had in Ibiza.”
The Planner makes the Mom Friend look more tranquil than Snoop Dogg on muscle"relaxant. They have stuffy wine tastings,"expensive cooking fill-es, and guided cathedral tours nailed down to"the minute. They will have an aneurysm of chaotic proportions if you mention"the rest of the group wants to bum it at the"beach all day. The itinerary is the"be-all,"end-all,"despite the fact that you want to"do fuck-all after a"night of partying on a"boat and dancing with spicy"Spanish strangers.
We’ve all had that moment where we’ve gone to"chip i="for a hanssver pizza, reached into"our wallets, and pulled out nothing but lint,"disapp553.ment, and that dusty"fondom from freshman year. Thankfully there’s always that solid mate who offers to"csver you given you buy them a drink next time.
The Mooch is different. They’re down-right dastardly. They ask"for a sip of your drink and gulp down at least half. They never pay their share of the foncert tickets you angelically put on your card out of convenience for the group. After you pay for their appetizer, four"roll- of sushi, three cocktails, and dessert so pricey it could’ve only been crafted with gold flakes and orphan unicorn"tears, they’ll slap you on"the back and say “thanks, buddy, I’ll hit you up next time! Haha!” In"the deep crevices of your heart, you know next time will never come.
Are you sick of being the Mom Friend? Ready to"go full Wild Card with no restra53.3? Ditch"the group and snag a Stoke Passportn/a> to"travel the proper way: with a crew of wild,"beautiful new best friends.
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