Their lives are not taped, but they oughta be.
Seriously, someone should make a reality tv show based on this house. It would be riveting.
On Friday, I attempted to make it through one night without any alcohol, but as my will power faded, I found myself going down to the kitchen to make myself a vodka cocktail. Isabella and Marcia were going out to some schwarma shop down on Elvira to meet a friend of Isabella's, Patricio from Peru. I decided to tag along, and David did too. We'd busked for the first time that afternoon and made 20 euros in an hour, so I think we both felt we deserved a little imbibing time.
When we got to the schwarma place, Patricio was nowhere to be found. We ordered pitas and got some litres of beer and sat on the nearby steps to just hang out until we decided what to do. Avi, from Israel (the couchsurfing friend who had stayed with David one night and hooked up a few times with Isabella), walked past and joined us for a while. Then he disappeared and eventually Patricio came by with his Italian friend, Guiseppe. We decided to go to Entresuelo.
At Entresuelo, we had several beers and some chupitos (shots) of tequila (girls only) and tried to teach David how to dance. This was moderately successful. After several hours, we decided to head down to Perra Gorda (Fat Bitch) and see what was happening there. On the way, Marcia had to pee real bad but didn't want to cop a squat on the street, UNLESS, she said, we found a Mercedes. Apparently, Marcia doesn't care for pissing in public unless it's to make a statement. Lo and behold, just before we reached the bar, we spotted a Mercedes. Marcia christened the hood as an unsuspecting passerby caught sight of it and veered off to avoid any further witnessing. When we reached the bar, there was a party on the steps outside. Tons of hippies and dogs, a drunken flamenco player, and (thank god) a man with cold sandwiches and beer. We bought a bunch of cans of beer and sat on the steps for a while, taking photos. When we'd run out of ideas on what to do next, someone suggested going back to the house and making some food. So we set off to do this.
At the house, David played a folk song and then Patricio played a classical song on the guitar. Ramon came out of his room in is underwear and asked us to be quiet. Marcia made a bunch of pasta and we continued drinking beer and then ate like drunken madmen. Isabella and I talked about gratifying sex versus sex just for the sake of it, and the boys were riveted. After we ate, I went outside to the patio and was delighted to see a bright blue light coming spilling into the terrace. I made it to dawn!! I was so excited. David was too, so he set off to the Mirador to watch the sunrise. I didn't have the energy to go with him, so I stayed and eventually went off to bed around 8am.
Saturday, I took it pretty easy (slept in til about 4pm). I entertained Ann, Cecile, Lisa, and Jenny at the house and made a superbueno salmon dip (which I will certainly make again). We sang old songs from our LSMSA days, and it was a goofy, happy time.
Then on Sunday (yesterday), Isabella and I returned from a trip to buy cigarettes to strange distressed puppy noises coming from up the street. We mentioned something about the noise being irritating, but didn't think much of it. Then a buzz started to build as others mentioned the noise and that there was a puppy up the road in an abandoned building. The door to the building was locked, and the puppy had been sitting in the barred window for two days, trying to get someone to save it. It had no food or water and was just about the cutest thing you ever saw. Isabella went to the building and kicked the door in to save the puppy, and we brought her back to the house and everyone had happy puppy time. Isabella named the dog "Cosma"...she wanted to name her "Universe" but we thought "Cosma" had a better sound to it. So, obviously, we can't keep this poor abandoned dog at the hostal for very long, but it's so nice to have a little baby running around. Isabella really wants to keep it, but being a traveller makes it really difficult to keep a pet, especially a dog. We are searching for good puppy parents, but it's a difficult time (SPRING) in Granada to give away a puppy.
So, once we got the puppy settled, we set off to Booga (which we do every Sunday night), which is a bar in the city center that has an open jam session - jazz, latin music, bluesy stuff sometimes. I started to feel sick but decided to try and drink through it (bad idea). I had about 5 beers and then we did chupitos de ron con miel (shots of rum and honey), then a few more beers, and some dancing ensued. I ran into the guy who does sound at Hannigan's II, where David and I have been singing at the open mic night every Tuesday. He said he normally doesn't come to Booga, it's not really his style, but I was glad to see him and get to chat with him a bit, outside of the open mic night scenario. Marcia started to feel not so good by the end of the night too, so we made the executive decision to hail and split the cost of a cab back home and up the hill. This worked out perfectly for just over 4 euros - can't beat that.
Which brings me to TODAY, fine folks, where I am laid up in bed at 7:30 in the evening in such extreme pain and discomfort that I'm considering calling my mother (I always feel inclined to call my mom when I'm sick...it's an old habit from when I was young). I have a sore throat which seems to have caused my entire body to seize up and fight the infection - I am achey, getting chills and hot sweats, and I have a slight fever. To make matters worse, I've read all the books I brought with me and don't have the strength to make it into town to the english book store, nor do I want to spend money on those expensive damned books. So, I'm stuck watching the same old dvd's over and over again, wishing I could just sleep this off. I'm going to be pissed if I can't sing tomorrow (open mic night)...the sound guy said maybe we could sing "Creep" or "Fake Plastic Trees" together...hope David doesn't get jealous.
That's all for now. I don't know how I had the strength to type this much. Must be the boredom.
Also - sorry no photos recently, a girl from England borrowed my USB cable for my camera and hasn't returned it yet.
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