Party

I had a great weekend. On Friday night, I started with a couple cervezas at the casa and watched some OzzieWright videos (volcom surfer…look him up) on you tube. I miss surfing terribly. At around 12 p.m. I decided I needed a fresh cut before I left the house. Armed with clippers, I gave myself a euro cut. Long on top and short on the sides. I put on my freshest clothes and headed north (I think) to Plaza del Sol con mi room mate Miami Mike. We heard some kids from our program were heading to a bar called El Tigre, infamous for their stiff drinks and big tapas. We got lost and distracted around Gran Via. I noticed multiple black working girls on the streets and before I knew it I had lost Mike. He had been sweet talked by a prostituto and was walking with her the opposite direction. I got his attention and explained that these girls were working. He was surprised. As we turned the corner, two working girls locked arms with me and mike and whispered some malo cosas in our ears and when we said no gracias, they said it would be 1 euro to get them off of us. I saw a group of pimps in the corner and quickly broke out of her grasp and headed for a bar. We ducked into a bar that was playing CCR and Tom Petty. After we got oriented, we headed to El Tigre. When we arrived, we saw many familiar faces and they were ready to head to the discoteca. We all cruised in a big American mob to Plaza del Sol, to this famous nightclub called Joy. It was a three story, three tiered, three bar place with a huge dance floor and nude women dancing on stage. It was 12 euro to get in and the DJ was decent. We danced until dawn. We caught the morning metro around 7 a.m. I went to bed and slept for most of the morning. Saturday was kind of the same, but less eventful. My room mate mike got super drunk and was in a violent mood. We partied with this kid Danny from Mater Dei and his roommate Lue from New York, who has been living here for a couple months so he took us to a couple local spots. He took us to Moores Irish Pub and then a dance club I’m having trouble remembering. I called it an early night around 4 a.m. and walked home. I lounged around Sunday and headed to an Irish bar to catch the AFC and NFC championship games at around midnight. I left before the Vikings game was over because I had school but I missed a great one. Favre is an animal. On Monday night we all went to El Tigre again to celebrate Michaeyla’s birthday. We all had a couple too many drinks and the birthday girl ended up outside in the snow, posted in a stoop. We put her in a cab with her friends and she wasn’t in the best shape. I guess that’s what happens when you turn 21.

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