VIP

ok, yes, i know what VIP stands for... but making up acronyms is so much more fun.

i feel like our whole trip we've been vip in one way or another.

thursday night we had another bad cabman experience. this one not only knew where nothing in the city was, but he also did not speak. just shook his head repeatedly. we ended up at one of the many chupitos, which always makes for a good start to the night. lots of fire, shots, and british men later, we headed to otto zutz... upon entering we were escorted up to the VIP area to enjoy dancing withouth 4701239321 people sweating on top of you as well as free rum and cokes.

the night was fun. hiphop instead of techno made us feel at home and all the spanish people made us feel like badasses. we stayed out and danced the whole night.

friday was sitges, our daytrip. we went to cordoniu, the oldest champagnery (don't know if that's the right word or not... if you know what is good for you.) in europe. it was insanely big. as in 125 million bottles of 'cava' big. we rode this little mrtoadswildride-esque train through tons of dark cellar hallways. it was so fun. then we sampled the cava and the cava man used me to demonstrate how to hold the glass... which was challenging.

sitges was charming- a little beach town with lots of character. it wasn't warm enough for the beach so we just walked around and explored and took lots of pictures. i really need to find a place to develop my film.

last night we went to razzamatazz... which always makes me laugh because i think of that snl skit... you know the one.
razzamatazz was huge. and crazy. and i tried to find the exit and was invited to the vip level. and then i came home. and ate a sandwich.

living is a hostel is fun because we always wake up with new random foreign neighbors.