SO last night was interesting. We decided to go to a club that had some interesting tribute DJs, justice, purity ring, daft punk, etc.. Plus it had “free entry and two free drinks for all of your guests” as google translate claims. we got there before one, the place was hollow and awkward. two weirdos in the middle of the dance floor and skrillex playing. We got in for free went downstairs to figure out this drink situation… Apparently 2 free drinks for all of your guests means two drinks total… for the twenty guests you’re allowed to reserve. needless to say we left immediately, bought street beers and walked to chueca, the “Boystown” of madrid to meet up with our friend austin and maybe get some free beers from some doe eyed sugar daddy and break his heart by kissing my girlfriend.
We got there and a six foot dude in a wig, on roller skates gave us a coupon for some cheap drinks & we tried to contact our friend. With no luck getting a hold of our amigo and our street beers running dry, we ventured to the roller skaterz club. We danced for a while, finished our 2for5 drinks and took off. No old gay men bought me drinks, but the music was much better than most of the other clubs we’d been to. About a half hour later after texting austin our location, he responded “that’s the prostitute bar”
Anyways, we went to dubliners (the super american place) because we thought maybe some people from our group ended up there. We walked all the way there only getting a little lost, entered, and saw about a dozen people from our group taking shots and screaming and being american. we ended our night there, I’d say it was successful.
The week was fun, had my first test, took some photos for school, refused to play soccer, drank some wine, and wandered around a lot.