Mykonos Live: 7:30 a.m.

Tired. Hungry. A bit nauseous. Now I know why I don't go out at 4 a.m. to a sunrise party. It's not who I am anymore. Then again, I never really was that person. But, when in Mykonos, I thought I should participate.

When we arrived to Cavo Paradiso after a 15 minute bus ride (as it was the safest for both the departure and return), it was full of mostly straight boys and girls in their early 20s. The gays stood to the side. That was until around 6 when the homos took over the dancefloor (when finally the electro blips and intertwined scratching gave way to at least a few tunes with vocals). But it was over for Chris and I. So we said goodbye to Mark, Greg, Patrick, Bill and Mike and made our way to the bus in hopes that a taxi would pop by and allow us to make our way home more quickly. It did. It was 9 euros well spent.

But even as bad as the night was, would we do it again? Most likely. Not because we'd subject ourselves to the torture once more, but because we can say we did it. There's no wondering "what if." Instead, we can say, "It's not our cup of tea."