First Party Night Out!

My hair reeks of smoke even after a shower and a blow-dry. Lame. BUT it is something I'm just going to have to get used to living here. smellyuckysmoke. the blog layout changed because I had complaints that those in the older community can't read it with a black background :-)

HERE GOES!

Last night was great. We eat really late here (my family in particular), but it worked out because Ilana was running late as well. They left me alone for te first time in the house, and thank goodness, because they made me pasta and I wasn't forced to put ketchup on it, instead I russled around in the fridge and found grated cheese and butter. THANK GOD. most delicious meal.

went out with Ilana, met up with Mason, Stephanie, Ben and two intercambios (spanish students who are our penpals/friends given to us by the university) Laura and Sandra. Went to a bar called HOLLYWOOD PLAZA for 2 hours, sitting on couches and cushions and interacting with the locals. This one guy was like playing his throat like an instrument. Weirdest thing ever. Then we left to go to another bar/dance floor place called SOUL where of course, the americans were the only ones dancing. Went to ask Ben something and one of his new spanish friends assumed I was Spanish by my coloring and started talking to me and I was like "um I just want Ben's number because we're going to another club" to which he responded "well why don't you just take my number instead? I'm cute" and yes, while he was decently attractive and probably one of the few tall men I've seen here in Spain, I just went "ummm no thanks" and walked away. I'm rude and he's awkward.

Met up with Amy and Yunah, Stephanie had left, and Ben had remained behind, so our new group ended up finding a tiny little club called "Nino Libertad" or something like that, where Mason started chatting with the locals, they assumed I was his girlfriend and he was Spanish (men are short here, mason is short and speaks spanish better than the rest of us, thus they think he is spanish.... i look spanish so they assume i'm spanish and then assume we're togther. we're not), and we hung out for a while. Ilana and Yunah called it a night around 330 or so and Amy Mason and I ended up at a DISCOTECA called THE UNDERGROUND where lo and behold, we ran into Ben again. FUN TIMES.

I danced and it felt great to just have some fun after being cooped up in jackets and classrooms, buses and planes. Although, yet again, got stared at because I'm tall as heck here and I happened to be wearing white, which under a blacklight draws far too much attention, and I was dancing like an American whereas everyone else was like jumping and kicking around like a weird rabbit aka the Spanish.

Came home around 5 (ITS NORMAL HERE, dont look at me like that) and was quiet and didn't wake up my family (I asked, they said I was fine. Promise.) My hair reeks of smoke and I hung my clothes outside today to try to air the smoke smell out.

The sun is out, so I am getting dressed and going window shopping with Ilana. Lunch today was a potato/onion/tomato dish, so needless to say, I didn't take to it well. Burger King fries? Yes please. Maybe I'll just find myself something else spanish instead of giving in to my horrible american ways.

I am going to get FAT here. Apparently they're surprised at how little I eat (especially when I dislike the food) and keep trying to get me to eat more. The portions are large, and I'm just not used to eating this much. I am going to be a fatty.

In other news, I may go to mass tomorrow at the Mezquita with Graham. British guy on my program, really cool, and actually taller than me thank goodness.