Three Canadians, Two Englishmen,One American and FOMO

Now Ive always been one for a long day hiking, or spending time in a museum, or even just lounging around… but for those of you who know me well you know my philosophy would be a little party never killed nobody ( of course needs to be read as if in fergie’s voice).

Queenstown has it all from fulfilling your hiking or skiing desires to fulfilling your desire to get completely wasted. Hearing about the city’s infamous bar crawls I decided to sign up for the kiwi bar crawl on a Thursday. Thinking.. well its Thursday which in my mind set is pretty much Friday so people would be going out… wrong. I had gotten a deal on bookme.nz.co ( use this to get great discounted prices from skiing rentals to bar crawl discounts) paying only $15 for a $25 bar crawl ticket.

Well it just so happened that in order to run the bar crawl you need at least 10 people… only 3 were there, so needless to say it was cancelled( I was promised a refund as long as I emailed bookme and they were great about it! I would totally use them again) . So I decided to do my own bar crawl, meeting up with the two girls I had met in Christchurch and we headed out to Buffalos( bar/club/ kind of a dangerous fire pit in the middle of the bar?). It was fun we danced, drank, and watched other people just get completely out of their mind.

Now flashing back A bit here… the hostel I had been staying at ( Nomads Hostel.. Id use it again free dinners/breakfast.. good location) had me in an eight person hostel. Within this one hostel room the beds were occupied by three Canadians, Two Englishmen, one Swedish girl, and of course me( the token American… my nickname to them was either New York, or America). It was a good crowd to say the least and the group was even deemed the 222 crew( room number). Needless to say I opted for this bar crawl instead of going out with the said 222 crew( of course a bit of a mistake).

I go home after my attempts at my own bar crawl and pass out around 12. I wake up at 3AM to the 222 crew making their way in from the night feeling like I was in a college dorm again( boy did I actually miss college dorms this night) and laughing for a solid hour as they retold their nights events. Feeling like a loser and making sure not to miss out on a good party I said the next night I would be partaking in the hostel room bonding.

The next morning everyone wakes up a bit hungover and I hear the nights events once again… I state how I was having FOMO for missing out on the events and was stared at like I had 10 heads. Out of all of the people in this room I ( being the token American) was the only one who knew what the Fear Of Missing Out( FOMO) was. They made fun of me and my American ways… naturally I grew bitter and annoyed and to prove it was a real thing I spent the next 30 minutes goggling FOMO and how is it indeed in our dictionary ( did not make us Americans look any smarter… at all… if anything I was totally feeding into their idea of an American stereotype.. whoops)

Hahah the best part of all of this was the response from the Englishmen in our room who says "what do you get with 3 Canadians, 2 Englishmen, and 1 American?.... only one person who knows what FOMO means." Hahaahha best joke I had heard in a long time.

The next night I attempted to party with the big dogs and to show my non weak American ways I attempted to outdrink them all( pretty sure I did) which resulted in my bedtime being 830 that night…. Doing big things for America people.. Doing big things…… Queenstown got the best of me here