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I could write like 3 completely different journal entries right now, but I'll finish the recap of my trip for now.


So, I walked up to the Alhambra Palace and spent a few hours taking pictures there. I couldn't get into the main palace, as tickets were sold out, but was able to walk the grounds and go through the summer palace. It was really beautiful, take a bit of time to look through those photos.

After that, I walked a different route back into the main city and met back up with John. We had a couple drinks, then headed back to his place and cooked dinner. I made a pretty fantastic garbanzo bean stew with shrimp, chorizo, and halibut in it. So tasty.

We stayed in and just relaxed for the night, and in the morning (it was Friday now) we got up early and he ran me out to the airport. I took some other photos around his house before we left, they're at the end of those other ones.

So I flew back to London, hoofed it back to cakemix's place, dropped my bags off, and walked over to the tattoo shop to say hi to Darryl and the guys for a bit. Munch wandered in while I was there, so we headed to the pub together and set about some drinking. Loads of SGUK types and various and sundry other London friends came out and we all (or at least I) got far too drunk. After we closed the Ship, I went to St Moritz with Charlotte, Liam, Ashx, SnowElf, and some other people ... that's all basically a blur, though, and I barely even remember being there. I saw photos the next day that proved it happened, otherwise I might not believe it. To make it worse, though, I left there and went on to Crobar. I do remember walking up to the door and talking the doorman down from a 4 cover to a 2 cover, and walking inside ... then I don't remember anything else.

I woke up feeling absolute shit, and had to meet a good friend for lunch, which we decided to skip out on. I just sipped Lucozade and soda and lime while we talked and caught up. It was lovely to see her, as I didn't really expect to catch up with her on this trip, so that was very nice. She headed off to work, and I wandered up to Camden to buy some new cowboy boots. It might seem odd to buy cowboy boots in London when I live in California and was raised in Texas, but these are made in Spain, and they're cheaper for me to get in London than in Spain or the States. I think it has to do with exchange rates.

Saturday evening, I met up with CreamyGoodness, Jezabel, and a couple other friends. It was good. I stayed out pretty damn late, but didn't drink much as I was so thrashed the night before, and had to get up early and fly home.

Which I did. So I got back to LA Sunday afternoon, and went back to work Monday morning, and it's been super busy ever since. But that's another story for another time.

All in all, great trip. I got to see loads of old friends, and saw a new country and loads of natural beauty there. And there was the food ... oh, the food! I'm telling you, that ham was magic.