Sitges: Role Reversals

So i'm well on my way to becoming the wine-delivery bitch for these Boston College preps. Apparently, being home schooled is debilitating for ones social hierarchy.

Short Story:
A few days ago, Doug, Kyle and I took Irish Car Bombs with our host sister, after which we indulged in the Goofy-Movie. She was having none of it, so we proceeded to take another car bomb mid-movie to ease her tensions.

Longer Story:
So Sitges is the big site of 'Carnival 'for those in Barcelona. For those who are unfamiliar with carnival at Sitges, its a giant party about 20 minutes outside of Barcelona where everyone customes up. There is a fair number homosexuals in attendance so the events are typically, well, eventful.

So the day before, me, dot, jenna, cristen and kendall do a little Halloween shopping. The girls were dressing up like a flock of colorful birds, and cristen stumbled across my inner Batman.
While there, i purchased my pregame poison: two 70 cent bottles of whine and a 4 dollar bottle of vodka.
To this day, i still dont know if thats where i went wrong, but i imagine it couldnt have helped...

Flash forward, I m running late to the pregame. It was suppose to commence at 9, i get there at 10, bus leaves at 11. So i start going at it, a little wine a little vokda + OJ.
At about 20 till 11, i decide to pick up the pace. But at 11, we did not leave, instead plans were changed to a 11:30 departure. However, given my frame of mind, al momento, i didn't realize mind didn't understand i had time. Needless to say, when i got the bus, I was KABLASTEDDDDDDD.

I sat next to cristen but tried to avoid speaking out... sheer inability to speak. I blackout once we get off the bus. I didn't pass out, but at this point things have to be retold to me. Cristen was carrying me as we walked to the parade.

Rumor has it, that i decided to go the bathroom in a set of porter johns. Rumor also has it that i was inside for 20 minutes, at which point, Dot realizing my tendency to fall asleep in bathrooms checks up on me. I was asleep, forehead against the wall above the toilet. She woke me up and removed me from the premises.

Ironically, she walked me to the beach. But because she took three shots before getting off the bus, and i hadnt drank since getting on the bus to Sitges, our drunkness insected for a moment, and then swapped completed. I came out of my blackboard into to Dot in a severely drunken state. I proceeded to care for her as best i could while we frolicked on the beach.

And there we chilled, for a number of hours. Everyone was out-of-their-mind wasted.
It seemed like any American that was there that fateful night was absolutely bombed.
Alex went to the hospital. Danny missed his bus home. Sarah got her phone stolen. Something happened to everyone.


Aside:
Last night was another thursday night, I hate 9 AM friday classes. We went to a club called Sutton. One word: Posh. We pregamed at the bar right across the street, Smoking dog for Pete and ...'s birthday. Open bar!

Dot convinved me to change my shirt and sneakers and come to Sutton. So i changed from white sneakers to black sneakers and met up with Dot and Jenna. They didn't even look at me, they only looked at my shoes as i approached them.
'John, what the f***!'
'What, i changed them!'
'Those are sneakers...!'
'Yes, but theyre black sneakers...'

Turns out they made a big deal for nothing. I got in fine, after being surrounded by females on all sides. The club was mega-clean. Gorgeous girls everywhere...

Pete was out of it, for being his 21st. I danced with An, Carmen, and Olivia for a bit, before heading back to Boston.

First exam next with in BCN:MAD. I can't wait. I also cant wait for London, Dublin and Italy (with Isys!).

Parkour...

Small fact, last weekend a bunch of other BC kids from italy came to Barcelona.
It snowed. Yes snowed. :(

Exam I + Flower Power = Fracaso Epico

quick updates...
new obsession: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eE_RBQYF0lU
Catalan isn't as close to spanish as i wouldn't liked...

Abroad Advisory:
There are two kinds of americans that come to spain... those that stick only with other Americans, and those that are disgusted by the former. I, however, have taken a skewed approach. There are catalunyans ill never be able to meet again, and there are americans ill never be able to meet again. My conjecture: don't hate, hit the bottom of the bottle with everyone.

Exciting News:
Through the likes of Cristen Callan, i have stumbled into a group of Boston College students at UPF... So i am now walking the line in between IES kids and BC kids...
perhaps even transfering next year (hota-kah)

With this fabulous group I trekked to Tarragona, the cite of ancient roman ruins. Unbeknownst to most, Barcelona was actually founded by the Romans as 'Barcino' nearly a milenia ago.
The weather at Tarragona was phenomenal, and the Mediterranean simply looks like other ocean... who knew? Me and the guys also birthed a new fashion trend: roll up jeans halfway to the calf...

It was quite a trek to the beach from the train station; lets just say it was a stroll down a mountains slope covered with ramas y piedra.

Storytime:
So I accompanied the BC to a party themed 'Flower Power' (aka 1960s America). My getup: rainbow gloves, rainbow headband, aviators, double-popped collar (red and brown). There really was know purpose to the double-pop, other than to assimilate to SAE culture as quickly as possible...

I go into this fiesta knowing i had an exam the next day at 9 AM, knowing it was wreckless; yet knowing far more confidently that the night would be memorable. So we pregame at BC location I. After which we all pop into the 'Discoteque,'with a lovely buzz. We proceed to dance until 5 in the morning.

Note: All of these clubs are legit... light shows, great bars, dancers peppered all over the drunken maddess, and the perfect blend of American-Catalunya spirit.

Flashforward: its 8:15 AM... ring ring. I get up in a daze and catch the metro to school. I start taking the exam, trying to read as hard as I possibly could, trying to remember irregulars as best i could, but it was like every time i nearly understood the questions, the subs from the night before would blast a wall of lyrical shrapnel through my mind, obliterating any traces of the answers. To this day, I still don't recall a single question from the test.

But i managed to crawl my way through the minefield of chart-toppers, and after an hour, i had answered everything. I had 30 minutes to check my work, but first i needed a break. I went to the bathroom (similar to a closet) and locked the door. Then i opted to turn off the lights ...bad idea... 5 minutes later i turned them back on but everything changed. It was as if god himself had prepared a sleeping arrangement on the ground. So I deviously, layed down on the floor, and flew away on the back of Mother Goose before my head hit the ground.
I woke up to the my cell phone ringing...
'dude, where the hell did go...'
'Uh, idk, the bathroom...'
'What!? the teacher just took your test and left'
'What time is it?'
'10:35'
'(explicative)'

Now, while i was still on the bathroom, i thought to myself, if just for a moment, was it worth it, at which point i closed my eyes and returned a world blowing up in the rays of adagio ecstasy.

Was it work it? Abso-fuckin-lutely.