June 21, 2005
June 07, 2005
España - Lunes, Dia 11
Today´s crazy portugese keyboard symbol: § (that´s right, something in portugal but not in spain)
Today was not the most awesome of days. I wake up after 5 hours of sleep and TheVaughan comes home after a night with the GeorgiaNotSoPeach. I am tired and TheVaughan wants to kill someone after not sleeping at all. We depart for Sevilla via the Ave. We try to sleep the whole way but, in true spanish fashion, people are having a contest on who can talk the loudest on their cell phone. We arrive in Sevilla and have a couple hours before our Lagos bus. TheVaughan gives me the best tour ever showing me all the bars, the McDonald´s, and where he and his friends used to jump off the bridge into the river. Quality. Bus ride is long and boring. Lagos seems sweet and the weather is perfect. We enjoy a nice cena with some sangria. I make an appearance at Eddie´s Bar while TheVaughan hits the sack. On my way home I encounter about 10 local teens who are up to no good. I get Jack Johnson and Tom O´Leary ready to fight but it does not come to that. Hopefully my fighting days overseas are over. But there´s always Dia 12...
Today was not the most awesome of days. I wake up after 5 hours of sleep and TheVaughan comes home after a night with the GeorgiaNotSoPeach. I am tired and TheVaughan wants to kill someone after not sleeping at all. We depart for Sevilla via the Ave. We try to sleep the whole way but, in true spanish fashion, people are having a contest on who can talk the loudest on their cell phone. We arrive in Sevilla and have a couple hours before our Lagos bus. TheVaughan gives me the best tour ever showing me all the bars, the McDonald´s, and where he and his friends used to jump off the bridge into the river. Quality. Bus ride is long and boring. Lagos seems sweet and the weather is perfect. We enjoy a nice cena with some sangria. I make an appearance at Eddie´s Bar while TheVaughan hits the sack. On my way home I encounter about 10 local teens who are up to no good. I get Jack Johnson and Tom O´Leary ready to fight but it does not come to that. Hopefully my fighting days overseas are over. But there´s always Dia 12...
España - Domingo, Dia 10
I don't think we did much during the day except watch Nadal win the French Open. Viva España! We leave O'Connell's for a traditional spanish dinner at McDonald's. We find out the spanish broads can't come out cause of work and since they still live with their parents there is no convincing them. We initiate plan B and return to the bar and promptly are approached by a GeorgiaNotSoPeach. She was originally GeorgiaPeach but constant complaining and bitching ended that era quickly. She is in Spain for a high school graduation class trip with like 20 peeps. We quickly notice two of her fellow 18 year olds are quite hot and we no longer want to talk to her. Not an option. She cockblocks everytime these girls approach us. Does she think she's getting both of us?? That is not happening chica. Get your head checked out. Here's some more awesome things she did or said:
- complaining, complaining, complaining. The weather, the city, the food, the people, the sites. She really loved Spain.
(This is not a good start)
- military time. I respond that its weird cause we're not used to it but to just subtract 12 and you'll be fine. She looks at me like I just unlocked some ancient code from the critically acclaimed blockbuster National Treasure and I'm a genius.
(Seriously?)
- did not realize we probably speak english despite our obvious american looks, I'm wearing a shirt that says "J Crew", and we're in an Irish Bar with 0-1 actual spanish people in it.
(This is going to get ugly)
- I buy her a drink and she drops it after 2 sips.
(Easy now, relax)
- Proclaims that every guy on the trip with her won't stop hitting on her and is so in to her despite the fact that not one of them has looked over since she approached us.
(I truly hate her now)
- When TheVaughan leaves for a second, she swarms me with "do you think I'm attractive?", "does your friend like me?", "he is so fine, do you think he'd hook up with me?" I respond that I don't know because she hasn't left our sight for him to say anything to me.
(ok she didn't take the hint, you're supposed to go away now)
- proclaims she is going to a smart school in TN with a bunch of ugly people so she'll stand out. side note that she also thinks this is close to Chicago for TheVaughan to visit her.
(I have never wanted to hit a chica for real until now)
- once it becomes clear that TheVaughan is going to hook up with her anyways, he tries to help me out and tells her to bring one of the hotties over. As opposed to introducing me to her, GNSP whispers in her ear "come on, just hook up with him so I can hook up with his friend." If this had worked I would have forgiven the aforementioned. Alas, it did not and now I look like an idiot.
(ok thats it, I'm out)
I leave O'Connell's knowing TheVaughan is guaranteed some ass with possibly the most annoying person I've ever met. Hopefully Dia 11 will begin with him telling me how he used her and got her info so we can email this blog to her. I really don't care, I hope it destroys her.
- complaining, complaining, complaining. The weather, the city, the food, the people, the sites. She really loved Spain.
(This is not a good start)
- military time. I respond that its weird cause we're not used to it but to just subtract 12 and you'll be fine. She looks at me like I just unlocked some ancient code from the critically acclaimed blockbuster National Treasure and I'm a genius.
(Seriously?)
- did not realize we probably speak english despite our obvious american looks, I'm wearing a shirt that says "J Crew", and we're in an Irish Bar with 0-1 actual spanish people in it.
(This is going to get ugly)
- I buy her a drink and she drops it after 2 sips.
(Easy now, relax)
- Proclaims that every guy on the trip with her won't stop hitting on her and is so in to her despite the fact that not one of them has looked over since she approached us.
(I truly hate her now)
- When TheVaughan leaves for a second, she swarms me with "do you think I'm attractive?", "does your friend like me?", "he is so fine, do you think he'd hook up with me?" I respond that I don't know because she hasn't left our sight for him to say anything to me.
(ok she didn't take the hint, you're supposed to go away now)
- proclaims she is going to a smart school in TN with a bunch of ugly people so she'll stand out. side note that she also thinks this is close to Chicago for TheVaughan to visit her.
(I have never wanted to hit a chica for real until now)
- once it becomes clear that TheVaughan is going to hook up with her anyways, he tries to help me out and tells her to bring one of the hotties over. As opposed to introducing me to her, GNSP whispers in her ear "come on, just hook up with him so I can hook up with his friend." If this had worked I would have forgiven the aforementioned. Alas, it did not and now I look like an idiot.
(ok thats it, I'm out)
I leave O'Connell's knowing TheVaughan is guaranteed some ass with possibly the most annoying person I've ever met. Hopefully Dia 11 will begin with him telling me how he used her and got her info so we can email this blog to her. I really don't care, I hope it destroys her.
June 06, 2005
Note: don´t judge me
patience is a virtue of the jedi. I hope you will all excercise this as i recap the dias of the trip in no particular order. that is all.
España - Sabados, Dia 9
Today's crazy spanish keyboard symbol: $ (ok you got me, I'm updating this from the EEUU and don't have access to a spanish keyboard. yet.)
Another beautiful day in Madrid. We chill out at the Plaza Mayor and Palace Real. Impressive, but lets be honest. Our days are basically fillers to get to the evening for booze and ladies. And this day was the prime example.
To mix things up we hit up O'Connells. Fine I'll admit it, we find a good place and stick with it. Sue us. Worked out tonight though biatches. The place is just packed with hot chicks and we're enjoying some Long Islands spanish style (same as EEUU style). TheVaughan notices some ladies that appear to be interested. After several hours of playing mind chess and strategicly moving around the bar, TheVaughan walks right up to them and starts a spanish conversation. I soon arrive with drinks and TheVaughan informs me they have been stalking us since Thursday. Thats sweet but info that would have been useful on Thursday. So Marta, TheVaughan's blonde chica, and Yasmina, my brunette chica, are 20 years old, speak little english, and love american punk music like blink 182. Weird, thats our favorite band too (at least for tonight). The bar closes and the ladies tell us they have to work tomorrow and need to leave. We did not come this far to let this shit happen. We quickly ask them if they want to go to our nearby hostel and take pictures. Chicas are into it and several quality shots are taken (the ladies together on the bed will be posted once i learn something about computers. refer to TheVaughan's blog for now.) TheVaughan is getting somewhere quicker with Marta and I decide to bail on the room and head to the street for some quality PDA action. I'm just trying to be cultural. We get their info before bidding them farewell into the night. It is decided that we will stay another night in Madrid to try and seal the deal. Dia 10 will show if this was wise or not...
Another beautiful day in Madrid. We chill out at the Plaza Mayor and Palace Real. Impressive, but lets be honest. Our days are basically fillers to get to the evening for booze and ladies. And this day was the prime example.
To mix things up we hit up O'Connells. Fine I'll admit it, we find a good place and stick with it. Sue us. Worked out tonight though biatches. The place is just packed with hot chicks and we're enjoying some Long Islands spanish style (same as EEUU style). TheVaughan notices some ladies that appear to be interested. After several hours of playing mind chess and strategicly moving around the bar, TheVaughan walks right up to them and starts a spanish conversation. I soon arrive with drinks and TheVaughan informs me they have been stalking us since Thursday. Thats sweet but info that would have been useful on Thursday. So Marta, TheVaughan's blonde chica, and Yasmina, my brunette chica, are 20 years old, speak little english, and love american punk music like blink 182. Weird, thats our favorite band too (at least for tonight). The bar closes and the ladies tell us they have to work tomorrow and need to leave. We did not come this far to let this shit happen. We quickly ask them if they want to go to our nearby hostel and take pictures. Chicas are into it and several quality shots are taken (the ladies together on the bed will be posted once i learn something about computers. refer to TheVaughan's blog for now.) TheVaughan is getting somewhere quicker with Marta and I decide to bail on the room and head to the street for some quality PDA action. I'm just trying to be cultural. We get their info before bidding them farewell into the night. It is decided that we will stay another night in Madrid to try and seal the deal. Dia 10 will show if this was wise or not...
España - Viernes, Dia 8
Today´s crazy spanish keyboard symbol: € (thanks to TheVaughan, I could finally type the euro symbol, damn keyboards)
We wake up to a new dia in Madrid. Solid looking city but a shit load of traffic. It probably doesn´t help that tourists are idiots and constantly walking where ever they want. I mean, we do it but thats acceptable. Look who you´re dealing with.
In true tourist fashion, we hit up El Museo Prado. Flippin sweet place with a ton of awesome art highlighted by Goya and Bosch´s Garden of Delights. Yes, I´m cultured. Bet you didn´t know that. You deal or you die. We appreciate everyone´s efforts but have some problems with some of the artists. TheVaughan dislikes the Boticelli works (not sure why, but he said he´d like to fight him) and we are both scared by the German artists there. Come on, why are you painting creepy old ladies without camisas. Not cool Germany.
Next is El Museo Reina Sofia. Again, flippin sweet with Picasso and Dali stealing the show. I´d like to buy these guys a drink for the good things they´ve done. No I´m not a fagitron but they´re probably a bunch of drunks and thats our kind of people.
After a few hours of walking and art watching, we take refuge at Churro Mania. Refer to the linked site. You all missed out, enough said.
Time for the evening. For a change we decide to go out drinking. As we follow the moto ¨stick with what works,¨we again go to O´Connells. We meet some ladies from the OC and Portand. Despite me telling them my bro lives in Portland and asking the other if she lives in Newport Beach (like the show, great line I used there) this does not get me laid. Weird. They leave after we buy them drinks, damn broads.
Somewhere in the night we meet a couple of spanish guys, Roberto y Miguel. We soon discover they are on a similar mission as us - they want to hook up with EEUU broads. We want Spanish broads. We try to help each other out. Despite our best efforts, we settle for working our magic with some Mexican broads. I have pretty much no idea what the yell they were saying as they speak faster than the spaniards we´ve met. No go with these ladies, they´re loss. TheVaughan and I are upset that its 7am and nothing is opened. We finally call it a night and stroll home at 8, our latest night yet. We definitely need some sleep for whats in store on Dia 9...
We wake up to a new dia in Madrid. Solid looking city but a shit load of traffic. It probably doesn´t help that tourists are idiots and constantly walking where ever they want. I mean, we do it but thats acceptable. Look who you´re dealing with.
In true tourist fashion, we hit up El Museo Prado. Flippin sweet place with a ton of awesome art highlighted by Goya and Bosch´s Garden of Delights. Yes, I´m cultured. Bet you didn´t know that. You deal or you die. We appreciate everyone´s efforts but have some problems with some of the artists. TheVaughan dislikes the Boticelli works (not sure why, but he said he´d like to fight him) and we are both scared by the German artists there. Come on, why are you painting creepy old ladies without camisas. Not cool Germany.
Next is El Museo Reina Sofia. Again, flippin sweet with Picasso and Dali stealing the show. I´d like to buy these guys a drink for the good things they´ve done. No I´m not a fagitron but they´re probably a bunch of drunks and thats our kind of people.
After a few hours of walking and art watching, we take refuge at Churro Mania. Refer to the linked site. You all missed out, enough said.
Time for the evening. For a change we decide to go out drinking. As we follow the moto ¨stick with what works,¨we again go to O´Connells. We meet some ladies from the OC and Portand. Despite me telling them my bro lives in Portland and asking the other if she lives in Newport Beach (like the show, great line I used there) this does not get me laid. Weird. They leave after we buy them drinks, damn broads.
Somewhere in the night we meet a couple of spanish guys, Roberto y Miguel. We soon discover they are on a similar mission as us - they want to hook up with EEUU broads. We want Spanish broads. We try to help each other out. Despite our best efforts, we settle for working our magic with some Mexican broads. I have pretty much no idea what the yell they were saying as they speak faster than the spaniards we´ve met. No go with these ladies, they´re loss. TheVaughan and I are upset that its 7am and nothing is opened. We finally call it a night and stroll home at 8, our latest night yet. We definitely need some sleep for whats in store on Dia 9...
España - Jueves, Dia 7
Today´s crazy spanish keyboard symbol: ¬
So we wake up to find that Xtina is in fact gone. When did she leave? Did she make her flight? Is she dead in a ditch somewhere? Nobody knows. We assume the worst and move on.
We decide that the best way to end our trip in Barcelona is, you guessed it, a tetas walk at la playa. Seriously, its right there. Why not take advantage. You need to pay good money to see this many tetas in the EEUU. Midget, TheVaughan, and I quickly find a very nice pair and completely creep on her. We have no shame and we are proud of it. A few hours and about 100 tetas later, its time for TheVaughan and I to leave for our next journey in Madrid. The Midget is left alone for the night in Barcelona. Good thing he speaks very little spanish and his english isn´t much better. No idea what will become of him. Again we assume the worst and figure him for dead later that night.
Have you ever travelled first class by train in Spain? That sucks for you. We have that kind of money. Maybe you should try not being poor, its fun. Basically, we are treated as royalty and served cod for our cena. The trip goes very smoothly and we find our hostel sin problema. Despite the lack of sleep we´ve had all trip (5 drunk hours per night on average), we just can´t stay in. TheVaughan and I make our way to O´Connell St Irish Pub, per Teo´s advice. We simply cannot process the amount of hot chicas that are in this bar and throughout the Puerta del Sol. We already know Madrid is going to be a good time...
So we wake up to find that Xtina is in fact gone. When did she leave? Did she make her flight? Is she dead in a ditch somewhere? Nobody knows. We assume the worst and move on.
We decide that the best way to end our trip in Barcelona is, you guessed it, a tetas walk at la playa. Seriously, its right there. Why not take advantage. You need to pay good money to see this many tetas in the EEUU. Midget, TheVaughan, and I quickly find a very nice pair and completely creep on her. We have no shame and we are proud of it. A few hours and about 100 tetas later, its time for TheVaughan and I to leave for our next journey in Madrid. The Midget is left alone for the night in Barcelona. Good thing he speaks very little spanish and his english isn´t much better. No idea what will become of him. Again we assume the worst and figure him for dead later that night.
Have you ever travelled first class by train in Spain? That sucks for you. We have that kind of money. Maybe you should try not being poor, its fun. Basically, we are treated as royalty and served cod for our cena. The trip goes very smoothly and we find our hostel sin problema. Despite the lack of sleep we´ve had all trip (5 drunk hours per night on average), we just can´t stay in. TheVaughan and I make our way to O´Connell St Irish Pub, per Teo´s advice. We simply cannot process the amount of hot chicas that are in this bar and throughout the Puerta del Sol. We already know Madrid is going to be a good time...
June 05, 2005
España - Miercoles, Dia 6
Today´s crazy spanish keyboard symbol: ª
This might be, at least for me, the craziest day of the trip. So we leave TheVaughan passed out at the apt and head for Olympic Stadium. I was not impressed. We soon leave the grounds and head to la playa (yay for tetas!). Midget and I decide to take on the Mediterranean and jump in. After 15 minutes of shivering and having no feeling in my body we scrap this idea and just look at tetas from the shore. We return to find that TheVaughan is not only awake but had the genius idea to get a bucket of kfc for drunk food later that night. Bravo my friend, bravo.
The night begins at a usual spot, Temple Bar. We quickly learn that Xtina has a stalker, a hot Romanian lezzie bartender stalker. Damn, where do I get me one of those. For some inexplicable reason, Xtina doesn't make a move despite our pleas. I don't care if she doesn't like chicks, you simply don't turn a hot broad like this. Way to go. Then TheVaughan falls down the stairs in front of the Romanian bartender. Strangely enough this action did not sway her to enjoy the company of men and we leave.
Next on the stop is, you guessed it, Jamboree. After witnessing some intra-apt relations on the dance floor I decide its time to go. I remember a discussion earlier involving walking home alone with a broken bottle for protection. So I obviously take my Sol bottle and break it against a wall before I leave. Here's where things get a little fuzzy. On my way home on Las Ramblas or a side street near it, I am confronted by a ruffian and kindly asked to give him my wallet. I decide to give him a face full of broken bottle instead. Bet he didn't see that coming. Bet you didn't either. I turn to run and he cuts me on my arm with some sort of blade or sharp object. Next thing I know I wake up in some bushes. I think I was trying to hide from him and clearly did a good job. I celebrate not being further injured or dead by returning home and watching spanish tv and eating kfc. I proudly tell the story to TheVaughan when he arrives home as he joins in the feast of kfc. Midget is nowhere to be found and apparently came home several hours later. This is becoming a trend. What a last night in Barcelona. Hope Dia 7 can live up to assault with a deadly weapon...
This might be, at least for me, the craziest day of the trip. So we leave TheVaughan passed out at the apt and head for Olympic Stadium. I was not impressed. We soon leave the grounds and head to la playa (yay for tetas!). Midget and I decide to take on the Mediterranean and jump in. After 15 minutes of shivering and having no feeling in my body we scrap this idea and just look at tetas from the shore. We return to find that TheVaughan is not only awake but had the genius idea to get a bucket of kfc for drunk food later that night. Bravo my friend, bravo.
The night begins at a usual spot, Temple Bar. We quickly learn that Xtina has a stalker, a hot Romanian lezzie bartender stalker. Damn, where do I get me one of those. For some inexplicable reason, Xtina doesn't make a move despite our pleas. I don't care if she doesn't like chicks, you simply don't turn a hot broad like this. Way to go. Then TheVaughan falls down the stairs in front of the Romanian bartender. Strangely enough this action did not sway her to enjoy the company of men and we leave.
Next on the stop is, you guessed it, Jamboree. After witnessing some intra-apt relations on the dance floor I decide its time to go. I remember a discussion earlier involving walking home alone with a broken bottle for protection. So I obviously take my Sol bottle and break it against a wall before I leave. Here's where things get a little fuzzy. On my way home on Las Ramblas or a side street near it, I am confronted by a ruffian and kindly asked to give him my wallet. I decide to give him a face full of broken bottle instead. Bet he didn't see that coming. Bet you didn't either. I turn to run and he cuts me on my arm with some sort of blade or sharp object. Next thing I know I wake up in some bushes. I think I was trying to hide from him and clearly did a good job. I celebrate not being further injured or dead by returning home and watching spanish tv and eating kfc. I proudly tell the story to TheVaughan when he arrives home as he joins in the feast of kfc. Midget is nowhere to be found and apparently came home several hours later. This is becoming a trend. What a last night in Barcelona. Hope Dia 7 can live up to assault with a deadly weapon...
España - Martes, Dia 5
Today´s crazy spanish keyboard symbol: ¡
Today may have been the least eventful of the trip, which isn´t a bad thing. We´ve been going at quite a rapid pace that this was in order. The day started with some delicious Burger King. We then visited Park Guell and hung out with our new friend, Mitch the Lizard. He´s a good guy who likes to chill in the park near the longest bench in the world. We figured it´d be best to take quick siestas on this bench to show our respect to Gaudi and Mitch.
For the night, we walked around aimlessly for about an hour. We then decided to not drink that much and had 4 or 5 drinks at Scobie´s, the Irish bar across from our apartment. It was nice to chill and not worry about our images for a night. Plus, we had to rest up for Dia 6...
Today may have been the least eventful of the trip, which isn´t a bad thing. We´ve been going at quite a rapid pace that this was in order. The day started with some delicious Burger King. We then visited Park Guell and hung out with our new friend, Mitch the Lizard. He´s a good guy who likes to chill in the park near the longest bench in the world. We figured it´d be best to take quick siestas on this bench to show our respect to Gaudi and Mitch.
For the night, we walked around aimlessly for about an hour. We then decided to not drink that much and had 4 or 5 drinks at Scobie´s, the Irish bar across from our apartment. It was nice to chill and not worry about our images for a night. Plus, we had to rest up for Dia 6...
España - Lunes, Dia 4
Today´s crazy spanish keyboard symbol: ¿
So we try this Monteserrat thing again. Works out this time and we chill with some nuns and brothers (which Xtina loves). Some solid views and a little bit of hiking. Before long we decide to head back because we´ve gone about 3 hours without a cerveza. What´s wrong with us.
At night we start wandering around and find another Irish pub, Paddy Lanes. Teo and I discuss the creepy amount of U2 photos that are in the bar. TheVaughan moves in on a moderate looking Scottish broad and her supposedly female friend. Teo, as well as the rest of us, refuse to play wingman with such a beast. Quote of the night goes to Xtina - "Oh my god she just looked over here and I think I throw up in my mouth a little."
Thankfully, we decide to leave and go to Port Olympic based on the Denmark broad´s recommendation. Upon arrival, we quickly notice a casino. Teo may have peed a little in his excited state. We first hit up the row of 20 or so small clubs. All have the worst music ever but most have hot ladies so its forgiven. At one club we let the booze get the best of us and we all take turns dancing on the stripper poles. No you perves, nobody got naked. Teo and I make an attempt at entering the casino. They tell us we need passports but still try to get by with our IL state ids. Weird, it didn´t work. In Teo´s disappointed state he makes some new friends and ends his night with a bang and a hit to his wallet. TheVaughan is working it with some English broad until the Midget steps in and takes over. At this point TheVaughan begins to scream to her "I want to have sex with you girl! Areyoujelen did you hear that!" Bravo my friend, I heard you. Unfortunately, so did she and she is none too pleased. She exits with the Midget and he arrives home several hours later. His explanation is nothing happened. Good one. See you all on Dia 5...
So we try this Monteserrat thing again. Works out this time and we chill with some nuns and brothers (which Xtina loves). Some solid views and a little bit of hiking. Before long we decide to head back because we´ve gone about 3 hours without a cerveza. What´s wrong with us.
At night we start wandering around and find another Irish pub, Paddy Lanes. Teo and I discuss the creepy amount of U2 photos that are in the bar. TheVaughan moves in on a moderate looking Scottish broad and her supposedly female friend. Teo, as well as the rest of us, refuse to play wingman with such a beast. Quote of the night goes to Xtina - "Oh my god she just looked over here and I think I throw up in my mouth a little."
Thankfully, we decide to leave and go to Port Olympic based on the Denmark broad´s recommendation. Upon arrival, we quickly notice a casino. Teo may have peed a little in his excited state. We first hit up the row of 20 or so small clubs. All have the worst music ever but most have hot ladies so its forgiven. At one club we let the booze get the best of us and we all take turns dancing on the stripper poles. No you perves, nobody got naked. Teo and I make an attempt at entering the casino. They tell us we need passports but still try to get by with our IL state ids. Weird, it didn´t work. In Teo´s disappointed state he makes some new friends and ends his night with a bang and a hit to his wallet. TheVaughan is working it with some English broad until the Midget steps in and takes over. At this point TheVaughan begins to scream to her "I want to have sex with you girl! Areyoujelen did you hear that!" Bravo my friend, I heard you. Unfortunately, so did she and she is none too pleased. She exits with the Midget and he arrives home several hours later. His explanation is nothing happened. Good one. See you all on Dia 5...
España - Domingo, Dia 3
Today´s crazy spanish keyboard symbol: º
The plan for the day was Monteserrat. Thats a negative as sleep took us till 2. We decided that the only way to salvage the day was to go on a tetas walk at la playa. Surprisingly, Xtina was not all about this idea and decided to take a siesta at la playa. So the 4 guys decided to take a less creepy approach and sit and enjoy some cervezas all the while looking at tetas. I´m not sure the EEUU could handle topless beaches. I think productivity would have a sharp decline in the workplace and at school with such places.
The night consisted of hot chicks, drinking, and Teo accidently hitting on a guy at Club 13. Xtina, TheVaughan, and I hit up Jamboree while Midget and Teo go to City Hall. Basically a drunken night. I can´t remember anything else that happened. Refer to TheVaughan´s blog.
The plan for the day was Monteserrat. Thats a negative as sleep took us till 2. We decided that the only way to salvage the day was to go on a tetas walk at la playa. Surprisingly, Xtina was not all about this idea and decided to take a siesta at la playa. So the 4 guys decided to take a less creepy approach and sit and enjoy some cervezas all the while looking at tetas. I´m not sure the EEUU could handle topless beaches. I think productivity would have a sharp decline in the workplace and at school with such places.
The night consisted of hot chicks, drinking, and Teo accidently hitting on a guy at Club 13. Xtina, TheVaughan, and I hit up Jamboree while Midget and Teo go to City Hall. Basically a drunken night. I can´t remember anything else that happened. Refer to TheVaughan´s blog.
España - Sabados, Dia 2
Today´s crazy spanish keyboard symbol: ñ
So now that we´re in spain and have traveled all that time and got wasted, the logical next thing to do is sleep. Xtina and I manage to get up at the reasonable time of 1 or so. We get some tapas including sepia y tortilla, which was lovely. we then check out an internet cafe as we are supposed to meet the midget at 4 in the plaza catalunya. in typical midget fashion, he was a little off on his arrival time and came in at 10 instead. we decide to start a search party which includes us wandering around the plaza. probably through an act of pure luck we find him quickly and everyone cheers. we go back to the apt and wake up teo and thevaghan to start their day around 5.
We travel a few blocks and get these guys some comida at a Spanish-Japanese restaurant. TheVaughan clearly orders hamburgers and we are soon on our way. We go visit some Guadi buildings including La Predrera. We all have a discussion and conclude that Gaudi is alright in our books. He may have been crazy or did drugs or something, but he knew how to build weird and awesome buildings. Next is his famous Sagrada Familia that certainly deserves the capital letters. Again, cool guy builds cool stuff. We spot a random ping pong table near the cathedral and immediately think of playing beer pong on it at some point. Alas, that never happens but just imagine what we could have acheived.
The highlight of the day are some kids destroying a part of a computer gladiator style. They are in a large sandbox area and taking turns throwing this thing as hard as they can. Pure genious. TheVaughan gets some footage on his camera that, if we ever learn to use cameras and computers together, will be posted on his blog.
We´re pretty awesome from getting this all in and still have time for dinner and drinking. After a cena muy mal, we head to our new favorite place, Plaza Real. This time we hit up Temple Bar where Teo y TheVaughan spot a Hen party and move in. I will let him fill you in on their portion of the night. Xtina, Midget, and I leave the bar and head towards Jamboree. Xtina and I decide to have a brief drunken/serious talk and loose the Midget. Anger gets the best of me when she wants to flirt with sailors and rugby players instead of looking for him. I look for him with no success and visit Jamboree for a short time before heading home.
It must have been my Jedi mind powers as I sensed something bad happened to the Midget and it did. In his clear state of mind, he decides to walk down a dark alley with the spanish speaking girl who has approached him. Next thing he knows, shes a whore and her two pimps rob him of 100 euro. Not a good way to start the trip. We all then make friends with our neighbors as TheVaughan rings every door bell when he can´t get in. We are told we are being kicked out but it is all empty threats. We call it a night and get ready for whats in store for dia 3...
So now that we´re in spain and have traveled all that time and got wasted, the logical next thing to do is sleep. Xtina and I manage to get up at the reasonable time of 1 or so. We get some tapas including sepia y tortilla, which was lovely. we then check out an internet cafe as we are supposed to meet the midget at 4 in the plaza catalunya. in typical midget fashion, he was a little off on his arrival time and came in at 10 instead. we decide to start a search party which includes us wandering around the plaza. probably through an act of pure luck we find him quickly and everyone cheers. we go back to the apt and wake up teo and thevaghan to start their day around 5.
We travel a few blocks and get these guys some comida at a Spanish-Japanese restaurant. TheVaughan clearly orders hamburgers and we are soon on our way. We go visit some Guadi buildings including La Predrera. We all have a discussion and conclude that Gaudi is alright in our books. He may have been crazy or did drugs or something, but he knew how to build weird and awesome buildings. Next is his famous Sagrada Familia that certainly deserves the capital letters. Again, cool guy builds cool stuff. We spot a random ping pong table near the cathedral and immediately think of playing beer pong on it at some point. Alas, that never happens but just imagine what we could have acheived.
The highlight of the day are some kids destroying a part of a computer gladiator style. They are in a large sandbox area and taking turns throwing this thing as hard as they can. Pure genious. TheVaughan gets some footage on his camera that, if we ever learn to use cameras and computers together, will be posted on his blog.
We´re pretty awesome from getting this all in and still have time for dinner and drinking. After a cena muy mal, we head to our new favorite place, Plaza Real. This time we hit up Temple Bar where Teo y TheVaughan spot a Hen party and move in. I will let him fill you in on their portion of the night. Xtina, Midget, and I leave the bar and head towards Jamboree. Xtina and I decide to have a brief drunken/serious talk and loose the Midget. Anger gets the best of me when she wants to flirt with sailors and rugby players instead of looking for him. I look for him with no success and visit Jamboree for a short time before heading home.
It must have been my Jedi mind powers as I sensed something bad happened to the Midget and it did. In his clear state of mind, he decides to walk down a dark alley with the spanish speaking girl who has approached him. Next thing he knows, shes a whore and her two pimps rob him of 100 euro. Not a good way to start the trip. We all then make friends with our neighbors as TheVaughan rings every door bell when he can´t get in. We are told we are being kicked out but it is all empty threats. We call it a night and get ready for whats in store for dia 3...
España - Viernes, Dia 1
Hola mis amigos. I appreciate ian throwing my latest email up on the site for devoted readers. I promise to elaborate on our 3 week adventure in this crazy country over the next few weeks. My goal is to dictate this entire process but that is unlikely to happen. But to start off in true lazy american fashion, I will refer you all to TheVaughan blog. He is a step ahead of me and has already posted dia 1. Here are a few thoughts anyways:
First, the mostly willingly participates in no particular order (but I´m first clearly):
Areyoujelen, TheVaughan, Teo, Xtina, Midget, AnnoyingAsianGirl, DHo
Today´s crazy spanish keyboard symbol: ç
The day was probably the worst day of travel ever. 8 hour plane ride, then we waved our train to BCN goodbye, and then had a rather unpleasant 8 hour bus ride. Upon arrival, Xtina and I walked to the office of the apt people to discover it was a closed news stand. Things seemed very fishy but eventually we made contact and got our apt. Xtina is determined that I acted like a sissy down the dark, damp, creepy alley of the so called office. Wouldn´t you be scared in a foreign place surrounded by people that were not bothering us at all and appeared to pose no real threat? If not, you´re a liar.
The one saving grace was the now infamous Iberia Girl. She was the angelic figure that was on our flight, in our customs line, and we spotted at the Madrid Atocha train station. She was clearly following us. It might be a reach that she´s reading this right now, but I would like to say I love her and I miss her. Thank you for making the day a little more bearable.
Afterwards, all we needed was one drink to counter the 40 hours of being awake. We instead chose to consume about 20 apiece and act like 3 gentleman and a lady. Refer to TheVaughan´s blog for the rest of the details. I´m done with this day.
First, the mostly willingly participates in no particular order (but I´m first clearly):
Areyoujelen, TheVaughan, Teo, Xtina, Midget, AnnoyingAsianGirl, DHo
Today´s crazy spanish keyboard symbol: ç
The day was probably the worst day of travel ever. 8 hour plane ride, then we waved our train to BCN goodbye, and then had a rather unpleasant 8 hour bus ride. Upon arrival, Xtina and I walked to the office of the apt people to discover it was a closed news stand. Things seemed very fishy but eventually we made contact and got our apt. Xtina is determined that I acted like a sissy down the dark, damp, creepy alley of the so called office. Wouldn´t you be scared in a foreign place surrounded by people that were not bothering us at all and appeared to pose no real threat? If not, you´re a liar.
The one saving grace was the now infamous Iberia Girl. She was the angelic figure that was on our flight, in our customs line, and we spotted at the Madrid Atocha train station. She was clearly following us. It might be a reach that she´s reading this right now, but I would like to say I love her and I miss her. Thank you for making the day a little more bearable.
Afterwards, all we needed was one drink to counter the 40 hours of being awake. We instead chose to consume about 20 apiece and act like 3 gentleman and a lady. Refer to TheVaughan´s blog for the rest of the details. I´m done with this day.
June 04, 2005
España - week 1
Since Jelen has not fully realized the essence of blogging, I thought I'd post this email of his:
Hola everyone. Well the first week in spain has cometo an end. our first day of travel was hell buteverything worked out and we all got drunk, weird.note to everyone that if a strange lady approachesyou, acts all friendly, and leads you down a dark allyand robs you, she´s probably a dirty whore and youshouldn´t go with her. cross found this out the hardway. the rest of the week was mostly a blur as wewould party until 6am, sleep til 2pm, and then go see sites or go on tetas walks at the beach and start thecycle all over again. despite desperate pleas fromthe 4 guys, cristina would not make out with the hotromanian bartender, what a downer. tim managed to getslapped by a chica for grabbing her ass and i stabbeda man in the face with a broken bottle cause that´show we roll. all in all, an excellent first week ofthe trip. now brendan and i have a week away from thekids, finally. we´ll probably just get pasta and vinoeach night. we look forward to kris and sam´s arrivalnext week. please refer to tim, cristina, or cross for further details on any of our countless stories. hasta luego.
Hola everyone. Well the first week in spain has cometo an end. our first day of travel was hell buteverything worked out and we all got drunk, weird.note to everyone that if a strange lady approachesyou, acts all friendly, and leads you down a dark allyand robs you, she´s probably a dirty whore and youshouldn´t go with her. cross found this out the hardway. the rest of the week was mostly a blur as wewould party until 6am, sleep til 2pm, and then go see sites or go on tetas walks at the beach and start thecycle all over again. despite desperate pleas fromthe 4 guys, cristina would not make out with the hotromanian bartender, what a downer. tim managed to getslapped by a chica for grabbing her ass and i stabbeda man in the face with a broken bottle cause that´show we roll. all in all, an excellent first week ofthe trip. now brendan and i have a week away from thekids, finally. we´ll probably just get pasta and vinoeach night. we look forward to kris and sam´s arrivalnext week. please refer to tim, cristina, or cross for further details on any of our countless stories. hasta luego.
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