Last Saturday was the first time we were able to get a good size group together and play. Before we met at the court I went to explore the Chueca neighborhood, which is known as the West Hollywood area of Madrid. Basically lots of shoe stores and gay men. After sleeping allll day Friday and not leaving bed I figured I needed to stop wasting my time and get out do something. All my roomies were in Portugal and the rest of the world was in Ibiza so I decided to venture out on my own. Which I actually love doing, its an adventure! But before I left Kev said he was bored so I told him to meet me there. Turns out that kid doesn't do wandering and needs a destination. Every two seconds "where are we?" "where are we going?" "what are we looking for?" "WHAT ARE WE DOING?" and my responses were "don't know" "don't know""don't know, nothing" "I don't know kev, WE'RE WANDERING, THERE IS NO DESTINATION OR POINT" Soo that plan of getting lost and discovering a part of Madrid failed. But we did end up at this amazing Mexican food place. My burrito's awesomeness rivaled the awesomeness of a Serra's carnitas burrito. I know it sounds impossible, but its true. I wouldn't lie to you, especially not about something as sacred as Serra's Mexican food. They even had spicy salsa and guacamole. HEAVEN.
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| posting up at the cancha |
After we ate we headed to the cancha and waited around for the rest of the guys to show up. Once everyone got there we started playing, and it was just us USD kids. We were playing indoor style on the cancha, meaning we played that nothing was out. We were kicking it off the walls, off the fences, playing behind the goals, etc. You see, there are lines on the court and you're supposed to play the lines. If it goes out you restart with a kick-in. Not how we played. Then some random spaniards came and started playing with us. They were probably about 14-16 years old and hilarious. But at the beginning they looked at us like we were ruhtards because of how we were playing, and I don't blame them for it. You're also supposed to play until 2 goals and then the losers rotate out with a waiting group. When we started there was no one waiting, but about half way through our game people came. We played until 7. Not so chill or respectful. But the people waiting forgave us and we mixed up the teams, rotated people out, and then continued to play. That is when I noticed that some of the people playing were a father and his three sons. The three sons were all decked out in coordinated gear. The dad had hair to his shoulders and he was wearing a jersey that was tucked into long cargo shorts, with awkwardly high and yet somehow still awkwardly low socks, and a fanny pack. a. fanny. pack. Clearly he's my hero. Let me tell you, Poppa could play. Lord have mercy if he and he son's were down a goal, he'd be ripping shots from the half and sprinting up and down the court like a little energizer bunny. That is if the energizer bunny had a fanny pack. Which it totally should. I was going to get a picture of him but I didn't know how to do subtly, I'll try next time. After we were throughly tired we all went home. I ate yet another yummy meal from the kitchen of Concha and then hit the hay.
Sunday I got up, gathered up all my school stuff, and headed to Parque Retiro to do homework, read, and write. I found a great little place by a tree and got all comfy. About an hour into my study/reading/people watching sesh a group of kids came up and sat about 10 ft behind me and they were speaking english. Of course I then started to listen in on their convo while I tried to 1) figure out where they were from 2) muster up the courage to go over there and make some new friends. Thank god I listened before I went over there because I have never heard more tool-tastic talk in my life. It was some American guys trying to impress a couple of French girls. One of the gems was:
"well i mean, like i gave them my head shots and got the job. Without even reading lines or anything. so like that was pretty awesome. yeah its for a small kids show thats just getting started, I only have to work 2 days a week, its sick, but being with the kids is what makes it worth it"
. . . . . . . thats like so totally awesome brah. . . fitting 'people think I'm really really ridiculously good looking', 'I'm an actor', AND 'I love helping kids' all into two sentences must have taken all your mental capacity, huh?
But I don't wanna be a total judgmental bitch, because when they whipped out their guitar, realized they didn't know what song to sing, and started singing about hamburgers and the other foods they had for lunch, I was thoroughly entertained. Yes, they attempted to sing it emotionally and raspy to show off their full vocal range. I looked like a complete freak laughing to myself, I could barely keep it together.
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| view from my study spot |
On Monday, Dom and I headed back to the cancha to play again. Only this time it was packed with Spaniards, and they kept forming teams and rotating without us. We kept waiting and waiting, and thought we were golden when we met this guy from Africa who said he would be our team. He was really nice and talked to us. All of us were speaking in broken Spanish because it was the only language we had in common. But then he bailed and joined another team that had just started playing. After a while this kid notices that we're still there, and he helps us get on for the next game. Dom and I had assumed he was Spanish because he speaking it so well and had a perfect accent, but it turns out he and his friend go to University of Wisconsin (GO BADGERS! both my parents went there) and are from the states. Only one of them spoke spanish fluently, but they both we're really nice and helped us out a lot. Before our game started a spanish guy was throwing a bitch fit because he wanted to play. They told him he could play with us, but then his friend pointed at me and said "con la chica? no no no" BURN. O welllll I still had a blast and showed them a lil sum sum about how the games played. Wednesday we met up with our new Wisconsin buddies and played with them, which was grand 'ol time.
Wednesday night we ended up going out, even though I had a 9 am class and we all had an 8 am meeting before it to get our unlimited metro passes. Making good decisions left and right over here. We went to Gabana, which had FREE wine and beer from 12-1. I think it was 12-1, I'm not quite sure. All I know is that we got it, and we got a lot of it. After that hour was over every mixed drink or shot was 14 euro. 14! but the luckily JJ knew one of the promoters and Dom is really good at making new friends so we had plenty of free drink coupons. They also gave a free bottle away to a group of 5 girls, so clearly we got one. Did I mention that I had 9 am class and an 8 am meeting? Dom introduced us to some of his friends from home and then we also ran into some of the Wisconsin kids there. One of those kids and I had a dance off. I won, of course. Even if he tries to say otherwise, I know in my heart that I won.
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| Double fisting wine like a boss. |
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| Pinkies up! |
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| Roomiess |
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| Raginn. . as Lian puts her hair up. |
Lian and Jax left like the smart people they are at a normal hour, but JJ and I continued to dance the night away. When we finally left we got a cab with some other USD girls and headed home. But we were missing one girl so we went to go pick her up from where she had attempted to walk home with one of Dom's friends. We already had 4 in the cab, so when we got there I told her she could take my seat and I'd walk the rest of the way home (the cabbie said it was close) because somehow I was, or most likely just thought I was, the most sober. So we switched and I started walking back with this kid Danny. But of course we had no idea where we're going and got completely lost and had to get another cab to come pick us up and take us home, and he lived nowhere near me. I got out of the cab, tossed Danny 10 euros because I felt so badly for making him get lost, and then went upstairs and went to bed.
For about an hour.
The next thing I know Lian is pulling me out of bed and yelling "get up we're leaving right now". O sweet. I threw on a sweatshirt over my sports bra, some yoga pants, grabbed my school bag and then headed out the door as Lian shoved bread down my throat. I was still in my makeup from the night before and, as I soon realized, still drunk. We get to this meeting and all they do is call out our names and have us come up and grab our metro pass. One by one. It took forever. Naturally I fell asleep waiting for my turn and I'm pretty sure I woke myself up snoring. I'm also pretty sure Nina has a picture of it somewhere. It was definitely one of my cuter moments. After we all get our passes I head to class, still reeking of alcohol and yup, you guessed it, still not sober. I was also running on about 1 hr of sleep which never works out for me. That class was absolute hell. Vito could not stop laughing or making fun of my notes. You see normally I my notes are very neat, easy to read, and pretty. I like them like that. But that was not my finest hour and my notes took definitely took a hit.
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| Strugglefest. |
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| My normal, neat notes. |
I can barely read the notes I took that day. I'll definitely have to re-copy them down from someone.
Now I've got you caught up to right before Oktoberfest, and that post will come tomorrow, hopefully. ...that is if I don't find something better to do. But I will try to write it in a timely fashion, unlike how I wrote this one.
Hasta la proxima vez!
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