Slow paced blogger
Seems that if I decide not to whinge here, then I just don't update at all... Oops.
What can I say, complaining is one of lifes finer pleasures.
This week has gone by fairly quickly without doing all that much. Went out friday with a bunch of people from my class, and twas fun. First we went to a pub in which you could order gigantic drinks. So first me and a dutch gal (I swear, I've met more dutch people than spanish ones..) consumed 1 litre of vodka&orange, as did a few other people around our table as well.
Someone decided that that was just not enough, so we got a 6 litre vase of the same stuff, which the 8ish of us emptied rather quickly. Straws can be tricky..
So from there we staggered to our main destination of the night, a club called St Tropez. And I did the unspeakable - I payed 15€ entrance. But! Wait! Before you judge, the entrance did include a t-shirt (it was a physical education teacher ed organised party, so all the money went to a good cause) and two drinks (of which I could only have one, was a teensy bit too wobbly to trust myself with another one...).
But yes, got home at around 5am ish. One of our entourage had a car, and he was nice enough to drop everyone home, so hooray for that.
Saturday was very quiet, and very still. Shh, people, shh...
Today a bunch of people from this house went to play lazy beach volley again, and it was fun, and fairly warm untill the wind kicked in.
Tomorrow I'll be doing touristy stuff for the whole day, as our university has organised a tourbuss from 11-19, and then dinner at our university, just for us exchange people. So that should be good.
And and and! Saturday next week my dear dear dear roommate-and-then-some will be here! =D
Lemme tell ya, we'll be so sickly sweet the whole of Barcelona will be diabetic after that week.
That's all for now, so till later y'arr.
2 Comments:
Now this is where we must make a choice: how much detail will you go to in describing RMATS' visit - and at what point will it be too much for my poor little mushy soul?
Aaaa, the DILEMMA!
Daddy came to visit. You get your present when they all go to see you. 'Cause I'm too cheap for postage.
Oooh, hooray for presents! =)
And I'll spare you all the horrifyingly sugarysweet details, mmmaybe.
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