Sunday Blues

Last night everyone was being lame and no one wanted to go out, probably because of the ridiculous amount of homework that we have due tomorrow. But come on, it's a holiday... Catalunya holiday. Anyway I managed to convice Jenny to come out and play. One of my roommates texted me about some beach party. So we were going to go there, but her directions were so horrible that it took us forever to find something. We ended up not finding the place, she went home and we were stuck in buttfuck-nowheres-ville. The metro was closed and there were no taxis in sight or humans for that matter. We finally got one and had the driver take us to Plaza del Sol so we could save the night... that was the mission. Accomplished very successful. Jenny and I got smashed and we had long talks about nothing. The bar closed and we wandered the streets looking for another one. We then ran into this group of skeazy spaniards and went reluctantly to a bar. We got chupitos, got really drunk, and ditched the creeps. There's something wrong with someone who's thirty-three and is interested in a 20yr old! Whatever, it was a kosher night. After that we wandered the streets some more trying to walk all the way from Gracia to L'Eixample, baisically several miles. Got to my apartment and passed the fuck out. Woke up late ran errands ate a an amazing vegan restaurant went back to the dorms did homework and now I'm going out again. Peace!