SO. Here it is. My Thursday post. Where to begin…the beginning perhaps? So, I hadn’t really thought twice about going to Armin come mid-afternoon on Thursday, but once I started talking to the other people in my apartment building/ALA group I figured I should look into it. Tickets were 30 euro, which is about 40 USD in the current exchange rate, which didn’t seem too bad compared to what I’ve paid for other concerts/shows. So I was like, yeah! Let’s fuckin’ rage! It worked out that the other girls had bought Claire a ticket, but she had decided last minute that she wasn’t going because her train to Paris was at 9 a.m. the next day. So I got hers and got my shit together. Our sweetheart of a group leader, Kristen, took us all out to dinner at an awesome Tapas place which served us up about a thousand plates of primeros, cokes and ice cream. After dinner, it was already kindof late, so some of the girls decided to go right out to the W with some promoters to pregame. The rest of us went back to our apartment, got semi-jahoosed and took off for Opium a few hours later. For some reason I just wasn’t NEARLY drunk enough, so I was a little put off when we got there. It was crowded as FUCK and we pretty much immediately all lost each other. Armin wasn’t coming on til like 2:30, so we were just jamming to the regular DJ when we saw all the other girls in VIP. We tried to get their attention but failed, so we ventured off to the dance floor – me Lauren and Rex were by ourselves but 3’s a crowd right? Armin finally came on and killed it, although to me a lot of house/club music sounds alike and Armin isn’t one of my all time favorites so it wasn’t tooo special…but still, we danced our fucking tits off in front of the stage – right in front of the “gogo dancer” who was more like a slightly mobile model…but we felt cool anyway and whipped our hair back and forth til we were dripping sweat all over the goddamn floor. At that point we decided to take a breather on the patio…but then we decided to go to the fucking beach because it was right there and verrrry much more appealing than the crowded club. We ran out to the beach and, since me and Lauren were wearing our leotards, hopped out of our skirts and into the water. I don’t think I’ve felt anything more refreshing than diving into the Mediterranean long before sunrise, especially after being hot as hell inside an epic clusterfuck. Rex was quite the gentlemen holding our purses while we splashed around, so of course we had to give him a turn too. After we were satisfactorally soaked and refreshed, we sat on the sand and marveled at the fact that we were actually sitting by the ocean so far away from home, seemingly so far away from everything albeit the fact that we were surrounded by buildings, people and lights. Then, out of left field, a friendly jamaican in a Bugs Bunny tie named Benjamin came on up and joined us. We talked with him for hours, buying beers from the “Bapus” as he called them, or as Benjamin decided was the best option was to reach into their bags and hope for the best. He narrowly avoided getting his dreads lit on fire and one Bapu even looked like he was about to clock him in the face. Somehow, Benjamin charmed his way through some sticky situations and stayed with us. At one point, he said (in his unmistakeable Jamaican accent,) “You guys, you guys are my friends. You are good, nice people.” “You’re nice too Benjamin!” We said. Then we asked, “if we weren’t nice, wouldn’t you leave?” This clearly confused him because he started to say his goodbyes and walk away before we called him back. It was cute in a way and I felt bad for that moment that he thought we wanted him to GTFO. But he stayed, and we continued to get drunker on the beach and shiver happily, because it was one of the first times we hadn’t been sitting in our own sweat since we landed in Spain. When it finally got to be time for the metro to re-open, we started walking away from our temporary personal paradise. I had to pee like a motherfucker and apparently so did Rex, so he ran off to do his thing while I was left whining about being a girl. “Where the fuck can I pee?” I asked Lauren. “Um…well…you could try standing next to the shower and turn it on so it just looks like you’re washing your feet?” I found this to be a fascinating and fool-proof plan and headed over to the beach shower. EPIC FAIL because the shower turned off after 2 seconds and I was left standing there peeing like a goddamn man while holding my leotard to the side. I got a few cheers and a few distinct “American” comments but LIKE I GAVE A FUCK RIGHT GUYS? Haha but I kinda did considering it was embarassing but whatever it was funny as hell. Then we headed up the boardwalk and Rex Moneybags Lougovtsov came out to play…he bought a white fedora, about 4 bags of weed, a rose, and more beers…all along the boardwalk. Typical Tuesday, as we’ve come to realize…also, he ran out of money and started using mine so that’s always fun.
Somehow, after that little adventure, we ran into some of the other girls, who had also taken a dip in the ocean…great minds think alike. They wanted to take a cab home but we kept walking and made it back to the metro. At least I think we did?
Overall, not a night worth 30 euro, but a night I must say has been one of my favorites so far. After all, it’s the combination of where you are && who you’re with…