survived another weekend

It's about ten pm and I'm working my way to sleep but I figured I'd comment on the weekend. I was unsuccessful in finding any of my friends that I had lost numbers for but in the process I did manage to find the bar where one used to work. It turned out to be much bigger and nicer than I had previously thought and ended up spending alot of time hanging out there. Its a huge Irish pub called Irish Rock Cafe, and they have some pretty good food, if you're willing to pay for it, and live music every weekend so I definitely plan on going to hang out every now and then. I saw a band play that was just 3 guys with a guitar, a bass, and what i think was a mandolin, but they played everything from Bob Marley to Irish jigs.

Friday I ended up meeting Alexis in Barcelona and it was great to have a friend to go wander around and bar hop. We had never really hung out without James and Helena so it was cool to hang out and actually have a conversation. Because it was Friday and I had been at work all day I was pretty tired...I had planed on a nap, but Guitar Hero got in the way...happens. Anyway, I started out tired and wondering how I was gonna make it through a long night, but after a few redbulls and adventuring into some new places I was energized and we ended up dancing on a stage at the Jamboree with a bunch of overly intoxicated tourists. But all and all it was alot of fun and now thats one more English speaking person I can call up to go hang out.

Most of Saturday was spent watching a cd of old English tv that James gave me...Fawlty Towers and Men Behaving Badly. Ridiculous and funny and very English but it was a good way to recover from a late night. I managed to convince myself to go out again that night and planned to meet up with my roommates Bastien and Mathew but unfortunately never got ahold of them once I was downtown. I went back to that Irish bar, this was the night I saw the live music and had a decent hamburger, and then hung around Las Ramblas eventually ending up back at the Jamboree in hops of bumping into some people I know go there alot. Unfortunately, this did not happen and I spent too much of the night just kinda hanging around there, and occasionally getting the energy to go dance with random people. Toward the end of the night I did get hit on shamelessly by a 32 year old English teacher from Venezuela ,which was interesting but by that time I was glad to have someone to talk to. Unfortunatly, by that time I was also feeling kind of sick from the giant hamburger and fries I had had for dinner....its sad, but I don't eat that kinda stuff much any more and apparently it didn't sit well. Anyway, thats a long way of saying dancing wasn't really gonna happen with my stomach not feeling so hot and the teacher eventually gave up and went dancing with her Italian friends. Although, I did end up talking with one of her friends who was visiting from Venezuela and spoke no English. It was slow going in a very loud night club, but I was glad I'm able to understand enough to have a slow broken chat in Spanish at 4 am. if need be.

I also learned an important lesson about walking home from the clubs....if you're a decently dressed white guy and you're alone...then don't. Find some other way, take a bus, or train or something, but don't walk up Las Rambles unless you want to get harassed by an African "Lady of the evening" every 20 feet. Live and learn.

Anyway, it was a good weekend, and I'm now entering my last week of work with James and Bastien still there so I should get some sleep so I can practice being self sufficient in the morning.

Buenas Noches self and anyone who may read