the bouncer spat in haley´s face last night.
how did i travel without this girl? the trip was so tame--i was just seeing the sights, running through parks, eating the food of the nation, etc. then haley cobb arrives. a day late. (my fault). if i hadn´t drunk two liters of beer i would have been up all night throwing up with anxiety for my boo´s safety but instead i passed out on the top bunk in my raisin costume like a deflated black balloon. when she still hadn´t arrived in the morning i was flippppping. but that´s when i met lyle for the second time and we went and saw all the gaudi stuff, ooed and ahhhed, called the hostel and she had arrived. uphoria.
and she had stories. she didn´t know the name of the hostel due to my lack of emailing (which i compensated for by writing 500 emails 2 hours too late) so when she arrived at the airport at 9 in the evening she was like, fuck no am i exploring barcelona alone at night. so she went home with two pakistani guys who bought that girl dinner and smoked her up in the morning.
meanwhile i was in a beer coma passed out in fucking hostel kabul on halloween.
two of our crazy nights revolved around this shot bar where you can order from a list of 500 different shots and they mix/light them on fire/put whipped cream on them/anything you can imagine in front of your face. we loved the bar tender and she loved us so we got some freebees our first night there, went out dancing and danced out booties off. that night involved an amazing asian man dancer, a man with a shaved chest and getting pulled over by the cops. the other night involving the shot bar was last night. we bought a liter drink there for 10 euro, thinking it was a deal, but we were already drunk and a liter of alcohol between two girls is kind of ambitious. but we did it. and then haley tackled me and i was concuss. no not really. but she has a black eye because her face hit the pavement. just another battle scar. we finally got to the club and we danced and danced and danced and made out made out made out and it was kind of scary because every time you make out with a guy they cling to you like a magnet and get really angry when you want to leave. when we were ready to go i ran back in to get my sweatshirt but the bouncer stopped haley. he stopped her and spit in her face.
now, i thought the spit in the face move had kind of faded out. but there is definitly a law against spitting on public transport employees posted in the tube so maybe it is more common than i thought. at least, in europe.
the night in between this night was the night i previously posted about and is too illicit to post on the internet.
we are off to the picasso museum to get some culture in our still drunk lives.
how did i travel without this girl? the trip was so tame--i was just seeing the sights, running through parks, eating the food of the nation, etc. then haley cobb arrives. a day late. (my fault). if i hadn´t drunk two liters of beer i would have been up all night throwing up with anxiety for my boo´s safety but instead i passed out on the top bunk in my raisin costume like a deflated black balloon. when she still hadn´t arrived in the morning i was flippppping. but that´s when i met lyle for the second time and we went and saw all the gaudi stuff, ooed and ahhhed, called the hostel and she had arrived. uphoria.
and she had stories. she didn´t know the name of the hostel due to my lack of emailing (which i compensated for by writing 500 emails 2 hours too late) so when she arrived at the airport at 9 in the evening she was like, fuck no am i exploring barcelona alone at night. so she went home with two pakistani guys who bought that girl dinner and smoked her up in the morning.
meanwhile i was in a beer coma passed out in fucking hostel kabul on halloween.
two of our crazy nights revolved around this shot bar where you can order from a list of 500 different shots and they mix/light them on fire/put whipped cream on them/anything you can imagine in front of your face. we loved the bar tender and she loved us so we got some freebees our first night there, went out dancing and danced out booties off. that night involved an amazing asian man dancer, a man with a shaved chest and getting pulled over by the cops. the other night involving the shot bar was last night. we bought a liter drink there for 10 euro, thinking it was a deal, but we were already drunk and a liter of alcohol between two girls is kind of ambitious. but we did it. and then haley tackled me and i was concuss. no not really. but she has a black eye because her face hit the pavement. just another battle scar. we finally got to the club and we danced and danced and danced and made out made out made out and it was kind of scary because every time you make out with a guy they cling to you like a magnet and get really angry when you want to leave. when we were ready to go i ran back in to get my sweatshirt but the bouncer stopped haley. he stopped her and spit in her face.
now, i thought the spit in the face move had kind of faded out. but there is definitly a law against spitting on public transport employees posted in the tube so maybe it is more common than i thought. at least, in europe.
the night in between this night was the night i previously posted about and is too illicit to post on the internet.
we are off to the picasso museum to get some culture in our still drunk lives.
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