los hombres en España son estúpidos caliente
Subject: Spain
TOTALLY owned:
-Listening to Dan try to speak Spanish.
-Mistaking the shoe museum for some poet bullshit thing. Whoops.
-Palau de la Musica Catalana.
-Spanish caipirinhas. That is the way to get drunk.
-The flamenco club.
-Spanish men at the flamenco club.
-flirting my way into some primo stash. Cheers, Glauco. Wherever you are.
-cheap wine and smokes on the beach.
-Winnie and Nate showing up at the airport for me with Wiggles. :D
TOTALLY wank:
-Listening to Dan try to speak Spanish.
-fucking house of Maragall. DDDDD:
-listening whinging about being sunburned.
-not having enough drunk coordination to dance and film us with my phone at the same time.
-CRYING BABY ON A FLIGHT WHILE HUNGOVER. D:
Surprise bonus I didn't earn:
-The flight attendant of the century (Eduardo to his mates, like me) mooning over a certain homosexuale tamale that I rewarded for the in-flight entertainment with said tamale's number when he got up to use the loo. :D
I am so tired. That was stupid fun. And I am going to maybe move to Spain and take up flamenco dancing for a living if this whole rock n' roll business doesn't pan out. Back to the grind (and reality) tomorrow. I popped by the Soundry earlier (I swear, sometimes I think Joey lives here he works so late) and the boys had been in practicing this weekend, which was encouraging to see. I'm also interested and a bit nervous to face the smouldering wreckage that meets me at the office tomorrow...
TOTALLY owned:
-Listening to Dan try to speak Spanish.
-Mistaking the shoe museum for some poet bullshit thing. Whoops.
-Palau de la Musica Catalana.
-Spanish caipirinhas. That is the way to get drunk.
-The flamenco club.
-Spanish men at the flamenco club.
-flirting my way into some primo stash. Cheers, Glauco. Wherever you are.
-cheap wine and smokes on the beach.
-Winnie and Nate showing up at the airport for me with Wiggles. :D
TOTALLY wank:
-Listening to Dan try to speak Spanish.
-fucking house of Maragall. DDDDD:
-listening whinging about being sunburned.
-not having enough drunk coordination to dance and film us with my phone at the same time.
-CRYING BABY ON A FLIGHT WHILE HUNGOVER. D:
Surprise bonus I didn't earn:
-The flight attendant of the century (Eduardo to his mates, like me) mooning over a certain homosexuale tamale that I rewarded for the in-flight entertainment with said tamale's number when he got up to use the loo. :D
I am so tired. That was stupid fun. And I am going to maybe move to Spain and take up flamenco dancing for a living if this whole rock n' roll business doesn't pan out. Back to the grind (and reality) tomorrow. I popped by the Soundry earlier (I swear, sometimes I think Joey lives here he works so late) and the boys had been in practicing this weekend, which was encouraging to see. I'm also interested and a bit nervous to face the smouldering wreckage that meets me at the office tomorrow...