Well, whose surprised that I've been having a great weekend? Not meeee.
Obviously I didn't do much on Friday, but I think that was a good choice 'cause I woke up really late on Saturday, still feeling kinda sickypoo. Earlier Friday, I'd gotten a call from Valentina, that awesome woman I met through Antonio, who I met through Karim, inviting me to have tea with her and maybe Antonio and Matthew, my friend from Slovakia. (Ew, so many names in one sentence, that must be annoying, sorry.) Also, my friend Sravani invited me to a potluck at her house, with the tantalizing promise of making curry! So when I woke up late Saturday, I had to get my ass going. First, though, I made a fat egg-and-potato breakfast. I think my breakfast habits are the most American thing about me...
Anyway, afterwards I booked it to the grocery store, got some brownie materials and some cookies for good measure, and then stuffed all my shit in a bag and headed to Plaza Nueva where I was supposed to meet Matthew. Unfortunately, at the time, he was extremely lost in the Albaycín, so I ended up sitting there for a good while and befriending a homeless English man named Nigel, who liked my freckles and who'd been living in Spain for fifteen years, but barely spoke any Spanish, the excuse being, of course, "I'm drunk every day!" He spent a good deal of time telling me about how he used to work on airplanes and make good money and fuck a lot of hookers. Hookers, he told me, are much better than relationships because there's "no kissing, no licking, you just fuck 'em and you're done." Then, he said, you can go to the bar, play poker, drink and smoke and maybe do a line or two. Once, in Frankfurt, he even fucked five hookers in a night. "Knackered." Valentina came and met me, tried to talk to Matthew, but he still had no idea where he was, so we told Nigel she'd known me since I was a baby and we were long time family friends. He thought it was lovely. He also bummed a cigarette off of her.
Eventually we gave up on waiting in the plaza, and went and met Antonio at her house, which was right around the corner, and is extremely adorable. Bright, colorful, artsy. She made us tea and I whipped out my cookies, and this pretty French girl came over, as well. She was wearing exciting socks, which of course made me like her. Matthew eventually found his way into the plaza, too, and came up for tea. It was a really, really nice evening, sipping tea, nomming cookies, chatting with lovely, interesting people. The French girl had to leave but we stayed and Valentina played us a part of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead which is based on Hamlet but told from a kind of "behind the scenes" perspective. Very funny, we're supposed to watch it in its entirely someday soon! At this point, I had to dash away to the potluck, though.
Sravani's house is really cute, and has a great view of the Alhambra. About a billion people were crammed into her kitchen making food and chattering, which was chaotic and fun. Her power actually ended up pooping out twice due to us using several burners on the stove, the oven and lights. So I had to wait on my brownies, which turned out to be perfect timing. The food was BOMB. Especially the curry. There was a nice little group of EAP kids and also a really sweet girl from Belgium and another Russian girl from Canada (lolwut? She moved to Canada when she was young but still visits Russia/speaks Russian. Also speaks French. I'm so jealous.) After dinner and desert and tinto de verano and chatting, a lot of the girls were planning on going to Camborio, but since I'm sick and trying to save myself for SatAmrit and Mailee, Court and I decided to meet up with Mauna and do something low key.
There are two bar/clubs by her place that we've never been to, and they were both only three euros, so we took a gamble and went to this place called Afrodisia, which proclaimed to play "real black music." It was definitely more of an alternative-type spot, and played a lot of like old school reggae stuff. I really liked it. We had a beer and danced around a bit but were all pretty sleepy and sober, so we went home shortly thereafter. I really wanna go back when I'm in a more social mood though, because there were a lot of interesting looking people. Also wanna go check out the place next door, la Perra Gorda, because I've heard it's more rock-ish.
I got home sometime after four am, gave Gypsy some lovin and then got in bed, when out of the blue my phone rings and it's an unknown number. I sleepily answered it, and it was Felipe, who asked if he could come over and said he wanted to talk to me about something. I kinda just figured he was drunk or something, but when he showed up he was COVERED in blood, his mouth was kinda purplish and he had a fat cut on his forehead. Apparently all this was the result of fighting with his brother, although I didn't understand exactly what about. He said he was planning on leaving Granada and had a huge backpack with him. I let him take a shower and crash here and he bled all over the towel and stained the pillow. Every time he moved it looked like it hurt; his body was like covered in lumps and bruises, too. Brutal. It was really quite sad and surreal. This morning he slept in late and then left to go talk to his brother.
After lunch, Ben, Lucas and I went on a bleach-and-candles hunt (I used up the whole candle my mama sent me!) which was actually quite lengthy, because everything is closed on Sundays. Finally we found an AMAZING chino, where I got bleach and incense and scissors! I'm thinking I'll probably have to take SatAmrit and Mailee over there tomorrow because they had some costumey stuff, too! On the way home, we ran into Felipe who was on his way to get stitches at the hospital, but still hadn't seen his brother. I'm hoping things work out, 'cause I would be sad if one of my few friends here left town. I guess that's kind of selfish, but hey. When I got home I attempted to cut my hair a little, but without a mirror to see the back of my head I couldn't do much. Actually I think I may have fucked up the back a little but oh well. It's okay, and you know WHY it's okay?
BECAUSE CASEY GOT HIS PASSPORT YESTERDAYYYYY! Which means ticket purchasing soon! HELL YEAH! Definitely getting a new haircut when I get to see him in less than two months!! I'm so excited, it's redonk.
Speaking of excitement: SATAMRIT AND MAILEE COME TOMORROW AAAAAND ITS HALLOWEEN! DOUBLE FUCKING WHAMMY!
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