gnarly suburban fiestas, fourteen year olds throwing up in alleys, drunk girls, and spending the night in a train station

i´ve decided from here out to abandon most grammar constructs. i´ll save them for the school papers.

this weekend was insane. i don´t think i got to sleep before 6 or 7 in the morning three days straight. it wasn´t even like stupid club crazy, it was just eating dinner at 11 and staying out and walking around most of the time until you realize the sun is climbing over the horizon and oh yeah you really are that tired so maybe you should catch the metro home. it also doesn´t help that the metro stops running at two in the morning and doesn´t start up again until six, leaving a pretty big gap if you´re stuck in the middle of madrid kind of far away from your home on the edge.

thursday night we went salsa dancing which was a lot of fun minus the fact that i can´t dance and that the bouncer made fun of my shoes. it´s not my fault i don´t own dress shoes and didn´t want to pack them even if i did all the way to madrid with me. you have to dress nice here to go out and since nice for me is a pair of jeans a t-shirt i catch a lot of crap and it usually results in the girls we´re out with pleading with the bouncer to let me in. it´s great. i love it. i´d break down and buy some dress shoes but out of principle i won´t. never. anyways salsa dancing was fun and there was a nice girl who tried to show me how to do it but i have about as much rhythm as a caterpillar so i eventually just sat on the side of the dance floor watching some haggard looking dudes pull some good looking chicks. amazing. this one guy was at least 30 pounds over weight with no hair and man boobs but the guy could dance and girls loved him. he was like poli but fatter. and no hair. and he could dance. so nothing like poli.

got home late. friday i didn´t have school so i worked a bit, made some money to go out with, and then friday night we thought we were just going to have a chill night at a friends house so nobody dressed up or anything and we were just sitting around drinking and then someone threw a show at the window and down below on the street there was a group of 10 other people from school going somewhere in sol which is the area for general hedonism so we got our stuff together and went out and had one of the better nights i´ve had here. just general bars and nothing crazy and just singing mulan in the streets. songs from aladdin too. my friend boris at the beginning of the night had given me a book he´d hollowed the pages out of so i could hide valuables in it because someone had broken into my apartment and taken a bunch of money earlier in the week so all night i walked around carrying a fake book with no words inside of it on the divergent views of the american capital punishment system. i am so scholarly.

was supposed to go on a day trip with friends to toledo on saturday but i slept through it and went to the park next to my house to read and ended up sitting on the grass next to a large fountain reading the dharma bums and thinking climbing mountains and writing for a couple hours. the sun was out, the grass was warm, the shade was cool, the water was loud, and i was happy. grabbed dinner with my friend lyndsey who neglected to tell me that i´d be the only boy on their all girl outing (this has happened more than once, maybe they think i´m gay?), and ended up eating at a chinese place with two american girls, two french girls, and two italian girls while nobody spoke the same language. one of the italian girls could only understand italian and french and one of the french girls could only understand italian and one of the american girls couldn´t speak spanish so it was just a whole drunken mess of languages falling all over each other. there was much pantomiming. i think that´s how you spell that.

ran to the train station at 11 to catch the last train out to the gnarly fiesta in the suburbs of madrid. each suburb during the summer has it´s own party every weekend and this one was calling something like pozuelo and it was pretty fun. problem was it was a 15 minute train ride and the first train didn´t start up until 6:30 the next morning. which wouldn´t have been a problem, but nobody deemed it important enough to tell us that everything shut down at 3 in the morning and we were left to wander the streets watching high school kids throw up in alleys and sit in pools of their own filthy filth. ah to be young in spain.

i was also wearing shorts and shirt and it got cold so we all ended up huddling together in the train station at about 5 in the morning half asleep half alive telling stories and for some reason i woke up with words written in bright red lipstick all over my arm. three showers later and it´s still all sparkly.

i´d also like to welcome my dad to the readership, i just hope he doesn´t cut me off because of these anecdotes.