The Situation
A funny thing happened on the way to the waterbed. On August 1, minutes before we were set to record a fresh episode, Merlin purchased a scratch-off lottery ticket and hit the jackpot! Because of a pinkie promise we made long ago (and thankfully videotaped), Merlin was compelled to bequeath 100% of the winnings to the YLNT Trust.
We went nuts: luxury suite in Ibiza, hookers and blow for miles, Lindsay Lohan reading about us in whatever magazine regular celebrities read to catch up on the personal lives of mega-celebrities. Swan-shaped paddle boats.
On August 3 (there was a minor misunderstanding about how far the $1,500 jackpot would stretch) we returned home.
Then our fortunes took a turn for the worse.
To be continued.
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So Lame
I can see this tom-foolery lasting all the way through the Oklahoma Scottish Festival.
Such a shame
You know, I could expect this kind of behavior from hotdogsladies and scottsimpson. But et tu, lonelysandwich? I always thought of you as the voice—er—awkward pause of reason.
Thank god!
I had this terrifying vision of YLNT going the way of oh, so many of the other genious comic podcasting trios:
Merlin hitting the pipe… Scott gaining 500 pounds, confined to his room accompanied only by Ho-Hos and Springer re-runs on cable… Adam falling into a deep depression after a failed attempt to re-live the glory days by forming Jordan, Jesse (and Adam) Go!!!
Glad to hear you three had a taste of the good life for a month… but now it’s back to work gentlemen. Your fans missed you desperately.
My terrifying vision...
…was one in which every other YLNT episode would have to be dedicated to the hosts doing funny voices while reading godaddy coupon codes, in order for them to be able to finace their partying.
// tn
Congratulations on your recent winnings.
However, your tale of Ibizan riches only furthers my need for more amazing audio-style content. Please be swift. Thank you.
-I have a purple bike.
What really happened
I have an alternative explanation for where you three have been. Mean Merlin broke up the band, but days later, Nice Merlin got them back together. Scott came down with Ménière’s disease while doing the fish stick, and sandwich kept recording the podcast even though he was alone. Apparantly Merlin and Scott left their skype logged in during the break. The finished episode was 40 minutes of Lonely Sandwich saying, “Hello, I think my skype isn’t working, can you hear me, I’ll keep trying.” Then a series of sad sighs was heard. Hope you are all well and the show is back soon!
So solly...
about the bruhaha with the waterbed, the fowl paddle boats, and the 1500 clams….but I am driving the minivan full of family back from summer “vacation”, am nursing a wicked engagement of athlete’s foot, and what with monkey losing to hippo on JJGo last year (I was catching up for f#$k’s sake!), I really need some ylnt brain tickling for the next stretch of blacktop. Please!
i hardly think this is true;
i hardly think this is true; Ibiza sank years ago.
Killing me
You guys are kill, me I need my fix :D
So with the American dollar where it is . . .
$1500 would net you a 3 minute toe-sucking frenzy with an Ibiza hooker and 2 milligrams of coke? Sad face with no irony.
To have any sort of job in
To have any sort of job in Ibiza you will legally need to have a permiso de residencia, which is an EU residence permit. This lasts for up to a year, after which you may apply for a five-year extension. To apply for this permit, job-seekers will need to go to the Policia Nacional building on Avgda de la Pau in Ibiza Town. The police will want to see a contract for employment, or proof that you can afford to support yourself whilst looking for a job in Ibiza. At last reckoning, this meant having approximately 35 euros per day. The situation is more complicated for US and Canadian citizens, who will need to have their potential employer apply for a residency permit on their behalf.
The kind of vacancy young people can expect to get in Ibiza is bar work, promotional work for one of the clubs, or holiday rep work. Those who come over and work without going through the official routes - and many do so - will most likely earn very little money. For a cash-in-hand job in Ibiza, an employee might earn 25 or 30 euros per day, whether that is for a shift at a bar or in a club, or for handing out flyers on the street. Flyering is particularly badly paid - around £1 for every initialled flyer that makes it back through the club door.
For a longer term job in Ibiza, it is best to contact the company or club for whom you want to work far in advance, and to arrive on the island in March or April, before the season starts. It may well make a good anecdote for your grandchildren in the future, but it would not be much fun to spend the entire summer handing out flyers in the blazing sunshine. For a job as a dancer in a club, the club’s organisers will want to meet you in person - to make sure that you can dance and also, though it may well be politically incorrect, to make sure you look the part. There is basically no chance of blagging DJ work on Ibiza.
The high season, between May and September, is by far the best time to look for a job in Ibiza, since many of the island’s bars, restaurants and clubs actually close out of season. In the summer months, it is entirely possible to rock up on the island and scout around for something menial, by looking at notice boards in San Antonio’s bars (The Ship is particularly good) or at Ibiza Promotions on Paseo Vara de Rey in Ibiza Town.
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