The Reason...

... why I haven't been writing often, and when I do, it seems choppy.

I've been locked up in my room for the past four days reading the "Fifty Shades" Trilogy. It. Is. Epic.

Not only have I taken a whole new look at life, but every time I see an attractive Spaniard in a suit I automatically think about the books, forget where I'm going and then have to run to class. Also, every time an indecent Maroon 5 song comes on, I think about the novels as well.

Please, six pack, if you're reading this right now, or really anyone for that matter, if you decide to read this trilogy, don't let me know. I know the thoughts it's given me, and I don't want to know that you're thinking it too. My mother already tainted this for me. Ha!

Now, after I've given you a hearty reason as to why I've been kind of vague, here's a real description of a night on the town in Spain. :)

10:30 -
A and I finish dinner and are ready to start preparing for our night out. We'd previously discussed plans with people from other groups during out trip the Apujarra, a tiny village in the mountains with lots of cool shops. We were ready to go :)

11:00 -
Text M and see how it's looking over on her side of the road. C has backed out, but M is still ready to go, as soon as she finishes dinner.

12:00 --
A and I are ready, and have the OK from M to head her way and meet her up. We're dressed to a T, however I look short and round because I didn't pair the right things together, ANYWAY, we meet up and quickly discuss which bar to hit first... but as we look around, EVERYTHING is closing.
We start walking up to the city and find a few people leaving what looks like a Candy Store... it is a candy store, but it sells liquor. Lot's of it. Small airplane bottles, large handles, the works.
So, we stop in and buy a diet coke and three airplane bottles of Jack Daniels... not my fave, but it's better than Vodka.

Mom if this is making you nervous, stop reading now :)

12:30 --
We pulled a super alcoholic move by squatting in a side street, downing our bottles and chasing it with Coca Cola Light. Plenty of people walked by us, wondering why we were squatting... drinking in public isn't illegal in Spain... it's actually encouraged.

1:00 --
A says it's too early to hit the Discoteca because they aren't really busy until 3 or 4 and I'm seriously thinking to myself that I'm not going to make it that far... We start walking around and A remembers a place we stopped by last time we took an adventure loop around the city. Before we make it to said destination we see a bar called "Mo Hi Too". It's BUMPIN'. M quickly says, "Damn place is packed" followed by Unnamed bar tender responding with "Yep, always is." IN A BRITISH ACCENT! *Swoon*
So we walk in, he walks by pointing at all three of us individually calling out "Mojito, Mojito, Mojito?" We all respond with girlish smiles saying yes and giggling. First. Mojito. Ever.
After about an 30 minutes of anticipation M, A and I received our gorgeous drinks. The mint was super fresh, the sugar gave it a weird texture, oh my goodness it was amazing. M said it was the best one she'd had, A kept complaining that she needed something stronger. She quickly downed her drink and asked for a shot, of Vodka. M joined her, I sat back and watched.
Later they quickly rallied me, and persuaded me to take a 'baby shot' which was half Vodka, half flavored rum or something. It was delicious, but I figured that should be the last thing I drank... I'm a lightweight.

2:30 --
We're standing outside "Mo Hi Too" talking with still unnamed bar tender asking him where we should go, he says in his amazing accent "About 6 meters that way and on your right, come I'll take you." Needless to say, we all obliged willingly, looking back, probably not the smartest thing, but there were three of us, no worries. So our attractive unnamed bartender got us in free of charge with his business card, Hello Mr. Grey, and the Bouncer gave us all two kisses on the cheek and let us in. Bar Tender told us to go strait downstairs and ask for drinks, soooo we did.
A ordered me a Vodka and Limon, same for M and she got Rum and Coke. This. Was. It. We were just standing around, talking over the loud music of the bar/club drinking down what we had, and then realized we had to pee. We waited in line for over 30 minutes and remember that Unnamed Bar Tender told us to come back at 3:00. And we missed him...

3:30 --
We hail a taxi and start to head home. But halfway home I really get the urge to dance. I didn't want the night to end without actually going to the Discoteca we'd been talking about all day! As we start to pass it I ask the driver to stop, and tell A and M we should really go. They look at the place, it seems deserted look at each other, then look at me and give in. I guess the child-like enthusiasm I had was hard to say no to. Thank God. We head up the massive amounts of stairs and to the door. Pay the stuck up blonde chick and go in. Holy Crap. I've never seen anything like this. Maybe in movies, but that's different. People were everywhere, there was barely room to move. With my head being lighter than air I held on to M for dear life as we attacked the crowd in an attempt to reach the bar. A was on a roll. She ordered me another drink, and I obliged. Sipping rather slowly. We started dancing and ran into J and M2. That's when the night commenced.
We were just dancing together to the music. Singing inaudibly under the bass and loud speaker system having the time of our lives. When "Survivor" by Destiny's Child came on it was over. We belted it and danced like there was no tomorrow. A was quickly whisked away by her Spanish Lover and the rest of us kept on dancing keeping an eye on her periodically. Halfway though our seemingly innocent dancing a man comes up grabs my by my waist and starts dancing with me. Alright, not to bad, a little close but I mean, we were in a club. Then out of no where he starts talking in my ear, inaudibly, and drunk. I think he asked my name? Anyway, when I don't respond he starts biting my neck and I immediately pull away, leaving him enough room to plant one on my mouth. His tongue reached down my throat and I quickly pulled away. I almost slapped him. Really. M saw my face apparently grabbed me and said "Mi novia!" and gave him a pissed off look. Probably best to be seen as a Lesbo than a slutty American girl around Drunkard #1 anyway. After our run in with Mr.Drunk we head up to the Bar because M2 wants a shot. She asks me what I want and I shook my head. M happily obliged and told her Rum... Thanks.
So we all take another shot, quickly ask for a lemon, because we're pansies and left thanking the bar tender profusely. J stops me before we hit the dance floor showing me her watch. 5:45 am. WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?!
I suddenly realized how tired I was, told M and she shrugged, pulled me to the dance floor and we danced one last song. After it ended we looked around for A, not knowing where she was. We didn't see her and in a panic fled the dance floor and headed to the Patio... She was sitting snuggled on the lap of her Spanish Lover. Smooth.

We told her we were ready to go and headed out the door. M made a quick observation noting that the sun was coming up. Shoot.

6:10ish --
We're actually en route to M's house planning on walking her halfway to make sure she was safe. Until Drunkard #2 approached us. I'm assuming he thought we were hookers, but when we told him to go away he just kept following us. I got super agitated because I was tired and coming down from my buzz. I took out my ipod and said "I'm calling the police" made a convincing show of it all faking a phone call and everything, and he quickly disappeared not wanted a scene... he was probably illegal. So after we avoided him, Drunkard #3 decided to show his face. He kept rambling on in Spanish that I didn't understand so I faked another call hoping that he would leave. Apparently he saw the previous act. He kept following us nonchalantly and we took a wrong turn in the hopes that he really was just going to his place. After a minute we turned back around and took M home. A and I turned on our heels and headed back home. A was hecho-ing pedos EVERYWHERE, and it was hilarious. (google translate)
On the way back I looked at the clock, 7:00 on the dot. We walked the 10 minutes back to the house and crashed into bed, trying our hardest not to make much noise.
Bundled up in blankets and hoodies because it'd gotten very cold... or so we thought.
At 12:00 I woke up dripping sweat, peeled off my hoodie, checked my ipod and fell asleep with it in my hand. At 1:45 I woke again to the smell of food. I headed out to pee and ran into our host mom. She looked at me, wondering just how damaged I'd been from the night before. Aside from being a little queezy I felt fine! She tuffed and said "Where are my churros"... I flushed and ran to the bathroom. On my way back out, bladder relieved, she stopped me outside the kitchen and I told her more about the night, again she asked "Where are my churros", when I didn't respond she grabbed her Crock off her food and tapped me on the butt. Then laughed with A and I for about 15 minutes. She asked us what we wanted for lunch and the rest of the day was spend reading Fifty Shades of Grey and resting once in a while. Followed by watching Spain v Italy.


Eventful weekend no?

:)

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Buenas Noches