Wait, what just happened?? I blinked and the calendar changed to December?? Shwat the heck is this all about? After the trip to Sevilla, we have been laying (considering our circumstances) rather low. By low I mean 13 hour work days and taking in madrid with drinks and friends on the weekends. November was quite a struggle for us in Madrid because, unlike the US (and I’m pretty sure most of the rest of the world) we have long weekends here just about as frequent as you change your underpants. Well hopefully, for most of us, changing your underpants is a bit more frequent...but ya get my drift. After we went to Sevilla we had 3 FULL 5 day weeks at school and let me tell you: I’m soo not a fan of that nonsense! haha. For those 3 weeks I was sick with yet another cold and working my tail into the ground to get my classes taken care of. We got to talk about Thanksgiving tho and that is one of my favorite holidays so at least my lessons were a lot of fun (but in all seriousness, when are they not?!?). During those 3 weeks Callie and I got to plan out our long weekend in the beginning of December as well. 3 words for you: SWITZ--EERRRR--LAND!! We decided to go to switzerland for the long 5 day weekend that just so happened to fall the week after my birthday. Holler back:) We tediously planned everything out and actually went the extra mile and booked our plane tickets with an actual real human sized airplane with a real airline. Normally we take the cheap route and go with ryan air or something of that like where the plane always feels like it’s made out of plastic and will snap in half with the first sign of turbulence and the people are packed into their seats like pickles. I would say packed like sardines but I’ve never actually bought a can of sardines and I can’t honestly say I know how they’re packed in there. But holy hell have you bought a jar of pickles lately?? You have to use a fork to pry the first 2 or 3 out before there is wiggle room. So, you’re packed like pickles in a small plane that bounces and cracks with the wind...sounds comfy, right?? We then booked out our hostels which looked like they were clean and didn’t have creepy crawlers lurking behind every corner which is the norm for us. Oh yes, we were planning a trip of luxury. We also went to a few different Thanksgiving parties at various American friends’ places that left us over stuffed and under sober if ya know what I’m talking about :) The weekend of my birthday was absolutely BOSS CITY!! We planned to have our friends over on December 3, the eve of my birthday, and have our own thanksgiving party. Callie and I got up early, went to the market and bought all of our fresh groceries and then spent the day cooking, cleaning, drinking, and fighting to make ourselves presentable for company. People started showing up at our place around 8 and we feasted on the roasted chicken, mashed potatoes and about a million other things that were brought by our guests.
We also went through about 6 bottles of hard liquor and 2 cases of beer so by midnight, after numerous drinks and what seemed like endless games of beer pong, we were ready to hit the streets around midnight. We went to an intense bar in Tribunal (great for late night “let your hair down” type sessions) that had liter sized mixed drinks and a dance floor for the masses. We started to lose people to fatigue and intoxication so some party goers started to trek back to their places for the night. But the strong will perceiver. We headed out and on the hunt for a new place to spread our wings. We started to line p to a different bar but opted for more dancing instead. We ended up at the biggest gay club I have ever been to or see in all of my life. It was straight out of the movies. This place was bumping like nobody’s business and the trannies were wearing heals longer than my legs. Imagine a 6’5 guy in 8 inch platformed stiletto sized 15 shoes. Now multiply this image by 20 because that is at least the number of trannies that were dancing on platforms. We let completely lose and I wont give all the details because I value our friendship but we ended up getting home around 7AM. Surely a birthday to remember, even if the memories will be clouded with alcohol and dancing machines.
