What was at first a potentially fun looking night turned into one of the "brown-outs pre-game too hard and go to sleep after stuffing your face" nights.
I woke up not really aware of what was going on. My ketchup (love it) was out and plates were smeared. I asked this couch surfer chick ,whom needs to shave her legs by the way, and she said after I got iced (apparently it's still a thing), I helped polish off a bottle of smirinoff vodka.
Then the browning out happened, she filled me in on me yelling about wanting a kebab and complaining how too far away it was when it was across the street. So I got one, came back, "wolfed" it down according to her, I went back and pulled a double kebab night header.
All said, oh well, I have a lot of time left in this place, still need to warm up to the club scene, so a night in was in the cards at some point. Hopefully tonight's better you punk bitches.
Friday, October 26, 2012
Saturday, October 13, 2012
What A Night
Kind of a washout this weekend,
A lot of rain has been pouring down, which has been leading to a much-needed cool down, from before, thank fucking god.
On another note...
Most of the kids in my program went to Munich to go to Oktoberfest. I was being a little hesitant in making plans for this and it actually paid off in a way. Oktoberfest came to Barca!
The festival was something on my plan, and happened to be on my roomies' list anyways, so I rolled with them.
Beer on Beer on Beer...
You had to get tickets in order to get beers, and for the steins (1 liter cups), so naturally, I got three at once. Yeah, drinking was the goal.
It was pretty sick, everyone was friendly, a live band playing, and they let drunks do what they do best, BE OBNOXIOUS
It was pretty nice though, I was laughing my ass off at this dude on-stage whom was leading the whole inebriated crowd in clapping along to the music that was being played.
When we were leaving, I liked the fact no one really gave a shit if I took one of the glasses with me, it was good to have a souvenir from the day trip.
So after chilling for a few hours, we rolled out to the nightclub Opium. It was pretty tight...
Hot girls, mad booze, raining outside so it was even more crowded than usual, loud fucking music. I was dancing for a good couple of hours right next to the speakers. Needless to say, my hearing has not returned to the decent state that they were in before the night began.
Okay my readers, this was just an update so all 10 of you realized I'm not flaking on the blog, Hope you guys have been as drunk as I've been the past month and a half.
A lot of rain has been pouring down, which has been leading to a much-needed cool down, from before, thank fucking god.
On another note...
Most of the kids in my program went to Munich to go to Oktoberfest. I was being a little hesitant in making plans for this and it actually paid off in a way. Oktoberfest came to Barca!
The festival was something on my plan, and happened to be on my roomies' list anyways, so I rolled with them.
Beer on Beer on Beer...
You had to get tickets in order to get beers, and for the steins (1 liter cups), so naturally, I got three at once. Yeah, drinking was the goal.
It was pretty sick, everyone was friendly, a live band playing, and they let drunks do what they do best, BE OBNOXIOUS
It was pretty nice though, I was laughing my ass off at this dude on-stage whom was leading the whole inebriated crowd in clapping along to the music that was being played.
When we were leaving, I liked the fact no one really gave a shit if I took one of the glasses with me, it was good to have a souvenir from the day trip.
So after chilling for a few hours, we rolled out to the nightclub Opium. It was pretty tight...
Hot girls, mad booze, raining outside so it was even more crowded than usual, loud fucking music. I was dancing for a good couple of hours right next to the speakers. Needless to say, my hearing has not returned to the decent state that they were in before the night began.
Okay my readers, this was just an update so all 10 of you realized I'm not flaking on the blog, Hope you guys have been as drunk as I've been the past month and a half.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Barca Livin'
Alright, so this is for the good amount of people who stated their wishes for me to start blogging about my time in Barcelona, because Barstool is getting kind of old, or you guys need to get lives and get away from your computers, anyways, this is mostly just going to be for the tachi house because, well I want to keep you dudes in the loop.
Alright the first week can be described in one sentence; "Sleep is for the weak". I have some pretty crazy roommates to begin with, going out EVERY night since we got here, not getting any sleep.
Okay so the first night we went to this club called Opium, something everyone back on the East coast told me to hit up. Bumping place if you're wondering. Too bad though, getting kicked out happens to ruin your experience. If you are ever there, just a tip, do not ever yell at the big bouncers. They will be bigger than you, you're a foreigner to them, and poking them in the chest to get a point across is not the way to go.
Luckily the next night, we had some straight up sloots from the program that hooked us up. Got us out of the cover, and into VIP. The VIP area was attached to the DJ booth (Rusko was spinning beeteedubs). The works were at my fingertips: Absolut shots and mixed drinks, and then Molly dips, straight up had everyone faded and tripping on the dance floor. That night was a topper so far.
The weekend was pretty quiet for your's truly, just caught up on the sleep, blazed a ton (shit's cheap here) But stay tuned when I hit up Razzimitazz this Friday, I'll make another post for that the next day while rallying.
Oh and there's a couple of bars called "Chapitos" bars (Chapitos= shots in Spanish or something) Its a bar that has a list of over 600 SHOTS ( I shit you people not, 600) for only 2 euro a pop. The best had to be the "Pulp-Fiction" and "Boy Scout". The Pulp Fiction was a straight shot of five different types of booze in one glass, then the bartender takes a giant plastic syringe and shoots it straight in your mouth (no homo, you get it if you've seen the movie), your throat burns for a good ten minutes afterwards, but shit fucks you up. Now for the Boy Scout, a true delicacy. It's a shot that has three different types of booze in it, and before you take it, the bartender lights the counter on fire with quick flammable spray, everyone in the group was given a marshmallow on a stick. Your roast the mallow in the fire until charred, then dip it in the shot to soak some alcohol up. Then you take the mallow out, take the shot and then chase it with the mallow. Sweet Shit. Posting again soon.
Alright the first week can be described in one sentence; "Sleep is for the weak". I have some pretty crazy roommates to begin with, going out EVERY night since we got here, not getting any sleep.
Okay so the first night we went to this club called Opium, something everyone back on the East coast told me to hit up. Bumping place if you're wondering. Too bad though, getting kicked out happens to ruin your experience. If you are ever there, just a tip, do not ever yell at the big bouncers. They will be bigger than you, you're a foreigner to them, and poking them in the chest to get a point across is not the way to go.
Luckily the next night, we had some straight up sloots from the program that hooked us up. Got us out of the cover, and into VIP. The VIP area was attached to the DJ booth (Rusko was spinning beeteedubs). The works were at my fingertips: Absolut shots and mixed drinks, and then Molly dips, straight up had everyone faded and tripping on the dance floor. That night was a topper so far.
The weekend was pretty quiet for your's truly, just caught up on the sleep, blazed a ton (shit's cheap here) But stay tuned when I hit up Razzimitazz this Friday, I'll make another post for that the next day while rallying.
Oh and there's a couple of bars called "Chapitos" bars (Chapitos= shots in Spanish or something) Its a bar that has a list of over 600 SHOTS ( I shit you people not, 600) for only 2 euro a pop. The best had to be the "Pulp-Fiction" and "Boy Scout". The Pulp Fiction was a straight shot of five different types of booze in one glass, then the bartender takes a giant plastic syringe and shoots it straight in your mouth (no homo, you get it if you've seen the movie), your throat burns for a good ten minutes afterwards, but shit fucks you up. Now for the Boy Scout, a true delicacy. It's a shot that has three different types of booze in it, and before you take it, the bartender lights the counter on fire with quick flammable spray, everyone in the group was given a marshmallow on a stick. Your roast the mallow in the fire until charred, then dip it in the shot to soak some alcohol up. Then you take the mallow out, take the shot and then chase it with the mallow. Sweet Shit. Posting again soon.
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