pork legs and sequined G strings
These are a few of my favorite things.
Okay, maybe not really. I haven't been here in a while, which sucks, because I have done/seen a few interesting things. I tried to make a list one day of things to blog about, but that obviously never got taken seriously.
A few mentionable updates:
I was at a party with the business school kids and met a nice girl named Jessica. I might have ignored her normally but I am trying to work on my people skills and talking to strangers (I'm not antisocial, just fucking lazy). Jessica turned out to be Jessica Coen, the editor of www.gawker.com. I had only found out about Gawker a few weeks before and considered applying for their internship, but of course didn't. I really have to be more proactive, or balls-out, if you will. Anyway, I met her and she gave me her card and it was cool. I emailed and sent her a link to this sorry thing (see? wasn't that balls out?) but of course I never heard back, which is okay. She warned me that I wouldn't and I honestly didn't think I would. No harm in trying to be a sycophant once in a while, though.
What else ... met a few guys, most of which were losers. The saddest case might have been Zach, a naive 26 year old from Portland. Zach took 7 years to graduate college and hence seemed about 22, but a geeky, first-time-to-Europe 22. I think he developed a crush on me, but hey, the geeks always do. He sent me a funny little drunk email that I will post here later simply for the sake of ridicule and because I'm a bitch.
I also met Tyler the other night who is a lumbering, beast of a 24 year old. Also his first time in Europe, and his Americanness could be spotted a mile away not only by his size and close-cropped haircut but also his new, gray tshirt with a sports team's name emblazoned across it and the camera bag slung around his chest and shoulder like a purse. I emailed asking if this was his first time in BCN to which he emailed back, "Where is BCN? I've never here before so I don't know where anything is."
Umm....
Tyler was with a bunch of small-town Canuks whose monosyllabic names and looooooong vowels hit a little too close to home to make me feel comfortable. I did not speak to them for long at all. Alas, I AM a true bitch.
What else? The ex came back unannouced over a week ago, which was a less than pleasant surprise. We fought because he didn't tell me he was coming and because I left his room messy. I keep trying to say if I KNEW he was coming I would have cleaned, but somehow everything is still my fault and my argument makes no sense whatsoever. To be honest, I don't wish to discuss him much, if at all.
Now, about the title of my post. One of the flatmates had a birthday party last night (did not know it was his bday tell he told us that afternoon, did not know he's only 25 til he told me that evening) and one present was a pork leg. I came into the kitchen this evening to find it there, hoof and all, propped up on its special stand. I'm not freaked out about it in the least, I think it's just noteworthy. I walked in, looked at it, went "huh" and left it at that.
Where was I coming home from, you may ask? (No, of course you won't). There was an outdoor stage set up in my neighborhood to celebrate una semana Mexicana since Mexico's independence day was this week. Tonight the stage featured a weird, vaudvillesque show hosted by a huge-busted 50something woman in sparkly attire and her male counterpart. The two of them had the typical act you see satirized in movies where they complain about sex and at one point she took her golden handbag and was waving it in front of his crotch and making noises as if attempting to awaken a sleeping baby. (Tzeee tzee tzeee tezee). There were also weird dance numbers including: a flamenco-like couple playing with those rolly toys on strings that all the hippies are so fond of (no, not yo-yos), a woman LIP SYNCHING to sweet Georgia Brown and ultimately removing her flapper dress and pageboy wig to reveal a sequined thong set and flaming red hair and a dance number with our aging hostess that featured 4 women in similar red thongs and 2 men in red pants and black mesh shirts. I have never been on a cruise nor have I been to Vegas, but I imagine this to be the poor man's version of the kind of enterainment one might find there. It was gaudy and kitchsy and weird and outdated and therefore very Spanish. I didn't understand anything, but I still don't feel like I was missing out.
Anyway, I should go to bed. Before that I DESPERATELY need to shower for the fist time in about 2 days. But that seems like so much work ...
p.s. Ex and I are supposedly back on. Don't worry, I don't really believe it, either.
Buenas noches señoras y señores!
Okay, maybe not really. I haven't been here in a while, which sucks, because I have done/seen a few interesting things. I tried to make a list one day of things to blog about, but that obviously never got taken seriously.
A few mentionable updates:
I was at a party with the business school kids and met a nice girl named Jessica. I might have ignored her normally but I am trying to work on my people skills and talking to strangers (I'm not antisocial, just fucking lazy). Jessica turned out to be Jessica Coen, the editor of www.gawker.com. I had only found out about Gawker a few weeks before and considered applying for their internship, but of course didn't. I really have to be more proactive, or balls-out, if you will. Anyway, I met her and she gave me her card and it was cool. I emailed and sent her a link to this sorry thing (see? wasn't that balls out?) but of course I never heard back, which is okay. She warned me that I wouldn't and I honestly didn't think I would. No harm in trying to be a sycophant once in a while, though.
What else ... met a few guys, most of which were losers. The saddest case might have been Zach, a naive 26 year old from Portland. Zach took 7 years to graduate college and hence seemed about 22, but a geeky, first-time-to-Europe 22. I think he developed a crush on me, but hey, the geeks always do. He sent me a funny little drunk email that I will post here later simply for the sake of ridicule and because I'm a bitch.
I also met Tyler the other night who is a lumbering, beast of a 24 year old. Also his first time in Europe, and his Americanness could be spotted a mile away not only by his size and close-cropped haircut but also his new, gray tshirt with a sports team's name emblazoned across it and the camera bag slung around his chest and shoulder like a purse. I emailed asking if this was his first time in BCN to which he emailed back, "Where is BCN? I've never here before so I don't know where anything is."
Umm....
Tyler was with a bunch of small-town Canuks whose monosyllabic names and looooooong vowels hit a little too close to home to make me feel comfortable. I did not speak to them for long at all. Alas, I AM a true bitch.
What else? The ex came back unannouced over a week ago, which was a less than pleasant surprise. We fought because he didn't tell me he was coming and because I left his room messy. I keep trying to say if I KNEW he was coming I would have cleaned, but somehow everything is still my fault and my argument makes no sense whatsoever. To be honest, I don't wish to discuss him much, if at all.
Now, about the title of my post. One of the flatmates had a birthday party last night (did not know it was his bday tell he told us that afternoon, did not know he's only 25 til he told me that evening) and one present was a pork leg. I came into the kitchen this evening to find it there, hoof and all, propped up on its special stand. I'm not freaked out about it in the least, I think it's just noteworthy. I walked in, looked at it, went "huh" and left it at that.
Where was I coming home from, you may ask? (No, of course you won't). There was an outdoor stage set up in my neighborhood to celebrate una semana Mexicana since Mexico's independence day was this week. Tonight the stage featured a weird, vaudvillesque show hosted by a huge-busted 50something woman in sparkly attire and her male counterpart. The two of them had the typical act you see satirized in movies where they complain about sex and at one point she took her golden handbag and was waving it in front of his crotch and making noises as if attempting to awaken a sleeping baby. (Tzeee tzee tzeee tezee). There were also weird dance numbers including: a flamenco-like couple playing with those rolly toys on strings that all the hippies are so fond of (no, not yo-yos), a woman LIP SYNCHING to sweet Georgia Brown and ultimately removing her flapper dress and pageboy wig to reveal a sequined thong set and flaming red hair and a dance number with our aging hostess that featured 4 women in similar red thongs and 2 men in red pants and black mesh shirts. I have never been on a cruise nor have I been to Vegas, but I imagine this to be the poor man's version of the kind of enterainment one might find there. It was gaudy and kitchsy and weird and outdated and therefore very Spanish. I didn't understand anything, but I still don't feel like I was missing out.
Anyway, I should go to bed. Before that I DESPERATELY need to shower for the fist time in about 2 days. But that seems like so much work ...
p.s. Ex and I are supposedly back on. Don't worry, I don't really believe it, either.
Buenas noches señoras y señores!
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