Beach Clubs

Our residencia that we almost got kicked out of last night/this morning.

Last night we decided to go to the clubs on the beach since they tend to be free and we haven't been down there yet. Since we didn't want to pay for expensive drinks, we drank in the dorms before we left, then we walked to the metro. We decided to try to beat the metro system by sticking together and only swiping our card once. I didn't really understand the concept of sensors and sprinted through (the sensors can tell where you are so if you're going to pull this off you need to appear to be one person) and the doors closed on Joanna (me sprinting and Joanna being 3 feet behind me made us not appear as one person).

We got to the bars, went into the first one and danced for a while, but then it closed. We spent the next hour or so trying to convince the club next door to let us in, but they really didn't want to and recognized us when we tried to get in again later, so we ended up catching a cab and going back to the residencia. We had arguably the coolest cab driver ever, who was blasting music and dancing with us, and let us into the cab even though we had too many people (he was from Granada, I miss Andalucia even more now).

When we got home, we decided to hang out in our dorm room, but the doorman kept coming up and yelling at us for being loud, even though there were only five of us and we really weren't loud at all. After a few minutes, he sent up a meaner, angrier door man who threatened to send us on a plane back to the United States and then call the police (in that order?). (This pissed me off so much, I apparently turned on my computer and blogged about it - this was at 5:30am).

Our night could have been worse. My friend Nick drank an entire fifth of vodka, started to go to a concert but randomly walked off the metro and spent the night by himself wandering around Barcelona, occasionally taking breaks to take naps on the sidewalk. At one point he bought some chips from a gas station, and a lighter so, if he met some hot chicks, he could hit on them by lighting their cigarettes (he had no actual use for a lighter himself; he had no cigarettes). He ended up by the constitutional building on the other side of Barcelona, staring at it and thinking about how cool it was. Then falling asleep in front of it. He eventually got on a bus to Plaça Espanya and took the metro home. So, even if I got yelled at by a doorman, I managed to stay awake and not lie down on the sidewalk.