Hiya, and happy New Year 2006.
I wish it started off with the right foot fer ya all.
Sorry for not updating earlier, but my year didn't start off witht he right foot apparently, so i don't have anything terribly exciting to relate about my trip to Barcelona, plus i have some shit going on right now, and i am still debating wether i can update journal with lame updates, or only update when something cool happens.
Alright, so you'll be thinking that going to Spain for new year celebrations is cool enough, and i won't kid you, it was cool. It was so much warmer than here in Italy, life is much more relaxed, food is less expensive, and in general, it feels like an holiday. I have no complaints about Barcelona at all. The only complaint regards the last few hours of 2005 and the first few of 2006. What happened is that basically an asshole of a friend who was with me, one who always wastes time doing stupid stuff in the slowest manner possible, made us all miss the last bus between our campsite and barcelona city centre!!!! HOLY SHIT! There were other people at the bus stop, and c'mon, it was just 10 pm, we were sure some other bus would be running. Instead no, and not even taxis were working. People in spain, to that regard, are great: they don't care if they lose some money, but they are strictly NOT working during holidays, they just want to party!
So, at 11.45pm, we were desperate and went back to the campsite, where i saw the lgihts of a private party inside a room. I simply entered the door, champagne bottle in hand, i yelled "buenas tarde amigos" (i was drunk already), to a groupd of 5-6 femilies with people ages either 3-10 or 50-75. No one inbetween. CREEPY. and DEPRESSING.
But, beggars can't be choosers, so in the end we were welcomed to the party even if it was a private one. Bu there was not much fun to be had, honestly, and i wouldn't have been seen there dead, had i been sober. Luckily i was rather drunk already, so they actually managed to even make me wear a funny nose and a mask, and join a "train of people". Let's say that an hour into 2006, i was already scratching the bottom of the barrell. Maybe i should change my most humble moment thingie in the column to the left.
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So at 2 am i was in bed already, with not much of a story to tell, and with a horrible stomachache, that lasted for 3 more days. So, bored, and sick! Way to go, 2006, i know i will love you!
well, for now i'll leave you with a colourful photo of barcelona's main market.
i bought delicious cherries, and also the grape that brings good luck! you have to eat one grape every time the bell rings, in the 12 last moments of the year. you eat the last grape, and it's the new year, and apparently you're gonna havea lot of money in 2006.
that's spanish traditions. hope they work!!!!
p.
ps: having read this... would you now suggest a proper way to punish the stupid fucktard of a friend who made us all lose the bus?
we are already on barely speaking terms now, i am still pissed off and no, i don't find anything funny in what he did. but, try to come up with a nice punishment, either psychological, physical, or plain torture....
I wish it started off with the right foot fer ya all.
Sorry for not updating earlier, but my year didn't start off witht he right foot apparently, so i don't have anything terribly exciting to relate about my trip to Barcelona, plus i have some shit going on right now, and i am still debating wether i can update journal with lame updates, or only update when something cool happens.
Alright, so you'll be thinking that going to Spain for new year celebrations is cool enough, and i won't kid you, it was cool. It was so much warmer than here in Italy, life is much more relaxed, food is less expensive, and in general, it feels like an holiday. I have no complaints about Barcelona at all. The only complaint regards the last few hours of 2005 and the first few of 2006. What happened is that basically an asshole of a friend who was with me, one who always wastes time doing stupid stuff in the slowest manner possible, made us all miss the last bus between our campsite and barcelona city centre!!!! HOLY SHIT! There were other people at the bus stop, and c'mon, it was just 10 pm, we were sure some other bus would be running. Instead no, and not even taxis were working. People in spain, to that regard, are great: they don't care if they lose some money, but they are strictly NOT working during holidays, they just want to party!
So, at 11.45pm, we were desperate and went back to the campsite, where i saw the lgihts of a private party inside a room. I simply entered the door, champagne bottle in hand, i yelled "buenas tarde amigos" (i was drunk already), to a groupd of 5-6 femilies with people ages either 3-10 or 50-75. No one inbetween. CREEPY. and DEPRESSING.
But, beggars can't be choosers, so in the end we were welcomed to the party even if it was a private one. Bu there was not much fun to be had, honestly, and i wouldn't have been seen there dead, had i been sober. Luckily i was rather drunk already, so they actually managed to even make me wear a funny nose and a mask, and join a "train of people". Let's say that an hour into 2006, i was already scratching the bottom of the barrell. Maybe i should change my most humble moment thingie in the column to the left.
.
So at 2 am i was in bed already, with not much of a story to tell, and with a horrible stomachache, that lasted for 3 more days. So, bored, and sick! Way to go, 2006, i know i will love you!
well, for now i'll leave you with a colourful photo of barcelona's main market.
i bought delicious cherries, and also the grape that brings good luck! you have to eat one grape every time the bell rings, in the 12 last moments of the year. you eat the last grape, and it's the new year, and apparently you're gonna havea lot of money in 2006.
that's spanish traditions. hope they work!!!!
p.
ps: having read this... would you now suggest a proper way to punish the stupid fucktard of a friend who made us all lose the bus?
we are already on barely speaking terms now, i am still pissed off and no, i don't find anything funny in what he did. but, try to come up with a nice punishment, either psychological, physical, or plain torture....
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urblueygrl:
sounds like the crazy stuff that happens to me sometimes, at least you made the best of it and had some fun.
mnislahi:
yes they have matching glasses!!