A Wednesday Noche

Still no pics, lo siento.


It is 251 in the morning on the 14th of January and I am in mi cama listening to Band of Horses’ album Cease to Begin. After taking a siesta at 8 I woke up and called my mom. It was great to hear her voice. I attempted to call Marisa but she did not answer. I was running out of minutes on my phone so I called my new friend John and told him to meet me at La Preciosa subway station (totally wrong name will look up later). I woke up Matt and went out. We got there about 15 minutes and didn’t see John, Kenny or any other USAC kids around. Matt and I walked around and noticed everyone in the bars and restaurantes were glued to the television. We walked in this one bar hoping to grab some dinner and saw the Barcelona v. Sevilla game was on. The older guys in the bar were rooting for Barce and the younger crew was rooting for Sevilla. We ordered cervezas y bocadillas. They brought us meatballs and bread as an appetizer. Before the plates arrived, Matt had found his way to the corner where 4 young Spaniards were playing Texas hold em. I enjoyed my meatballs and beer while Matt’s cerveza went flat. I joined them after about 2o minutos and saw Matt take Segundo place and win 5 euros. These guys were super nice and helping us with our Spanish. Pase means to Pass. Baile means to play. Grande is big blind. Pequena is small blind. They told me Laker games come on at 3 a.m. and they love Gasol. They asked if I wanted to play, first I said no porque I don’t have money to waste gambling but then I obliged. I ended up taking the pot and walking out with 25 Euros. My night was paid for. One of the younger guys gave me his numero and told him they will be playing poker and a different bar and then will go out dancing after. Marisa called me while we were playing and even though we didn’t talk long it was great to hear her voice. After leaving with our earnings, Matt and I got lost trying to find our way back. I stopped at every ATM to try to recharge my cell phone to meet back with John, Adam and Ken and to text Marisa but none of them worked. We caught the last subway to Sol. As we were walking the normal club promoters were hassling us but one was especially nagging and asked if we liked Hip Hop. We said sure and followed him because we wanted to grab one more beer before we hit the cama. The short little man asked us if we wanted cocaine at least 3 times before even getting to the club and my danger radar was going off. We walked in to find a couple black people dancing and a couple prostitutes in the corner. The promoter kept trying to hug us and ask if we wanted cocaine. He offered us Hookah and we declined. I gave him a cigarette and he split it apart and put it on top of the hookah. He reached for a hug and whispered cocaine and when I didn’t give him a hug he gave me a dirty look. I just didn’t want to get pick pocketed again. I could see how that place would be heaven for a very drunken tourist. We had one Carlsberg beer and walked back home. Now I’m listening to Detlef Shrempf and about to pass out and begin my first Spanish class at 9:20. I wish I had my camera. Adios.