If you've ever been to Mykonos, the spelling of the title should immediately bring to mind the sound of the island's mating call...Myykonooos! When you first hear 'Myykonooos' (probably from a pack of drunk Italians flying by 3 per scooter), you think to yourself, "that is the epitomy of uncool. Who does that?" But this is the island of Dionysus, the god of the harvest, the ultimate party host. Spring time debauchery was celebrated in his name. Large statues of male phalluses were *ahem* erected in his honor. He will get you drunk, provide a feast for the eyes as well as the body, and seduce you into his ways. The following are his tactics... Around 3pm the first day you'll be sitting on Paradise Beach and the DJ will turn up the music and
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