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.