Yes I am including wednesday because the weekend starts early in spain. We had a Birthday Party for Lore. She just turned 21 and we had a blast in the house. We had close to thirty people there at one time and we had a barbeque, with enough to feed everyone. I was just stoked that barbeques actually exist here in spain. We hung out there until about 3 when ten of us went to a hip hop club. It was funny to watch the girls try to dance hip hop (they are more acustomed to Drum & Bass). After that we left and came back to the house, for drinking and smoking. Some randoms came back with us from the club. Good Times. At 8am the door buzzed.
At the door were Laila's friends in from NYC. I helped them with their luggage and we all went in to wake up laila. Then the four of us just talked, till about 10 am. At that time they passed out and I went to school (w no sleep mind you). Blah, summer school. I got back and they were still sleeping so I slept along with them. I woke up at 11 to everyone beginning to get ready to go out. Now these new yorkers (Reuben and Lauren) know how to party. Between the three of us (laila wasnt drinking), we polished off a bottle and a half of vodka. Then we went to Arena, Goldfield, Pacha. At Pacha, Reuben was the most entertaining thing I could have imagined. Besides talking to every person that made eye contact with him, he was extremely worried about getting into the VIP. Getting in on the guestlist just wasnt good enough for him. But he talked his and all four of our ways up there by the end of the night, but even that wasnt good enough for him. He also insisted on dancing on the stage with all the club modelesque dancers. He's gay so it wasnt anything sexual. He just wanted to be the center of attention, and was for most of the night. Just as the sun was just coming up, Reuben, Lauren and I stumbled to this after hours club called After Sun. Laila was dead so she cashed out and went home. After sun was quite strange but I was just being entertained by the two characters I came with. Lauren could barely stand on her own and Reuben was just full of energy. So I was holding on to her most of the night and making sure he didnt do anything stupid. I was piss drunk too, but when there's no one else to take responsibility, I seem to do quite well with it. We were the only ones dancing in the club at first, and we really started a chain reaction, because by the time we left, most of the club was dancing. We barely made it home by 9am, smoked a couple and were dead from there on out.
Friday started for us at about 4pm when we all began to stir. We went to burger king as a sort of hangover remedy. It worked pretty well for most of us, but Rueben was pretty sick. Six hours and two bottles of Pepto later, we started to think about what we were going to do, which ended up not being much after the previous night. We went back to Pacha and did the sober thing. We came back home and the roomates, Lorena and Eva, were already getting ready for the next day. They were going to this big festival "Festimad" that I really wanted to go to but didnt have the money. They told me their friend was working there so he could sneak us all in.
I went with the two of them and Lorena's brother, Manuel. I got a grand total of 2 hours of sleep in the house and a little on the train. After we got to Festimad we went to the grocery store to by alcohol. You see here in spain you can take food and drinks and pretty much anything besides glass to a festival. We didnt buy much food but we did buy two bottles of Rum, Five liters of beer, Four Boxes of wine, and two two liter bottles of Fanta Limon. Oh and ice to keep it all cold. So from there, Eva and Lorena's friend Buba (pronounced Boob-uh) came to pick us up. My fake wristband to show security was nothing more than an orange flyer cut to size and wrapped around my arm. But it worked and we all got in. So imediately, I leave them and go watch the international noise conspiracy. They were high energy as usual and really got me going. After that I went to see Standstill, Ryan´s labelmates from Barcelona. Really good band live. Then it was the Blood Brothers, which when they started had maybe thirty people watching, but by the end had well over two thousand people jumping and dancing along with them. Great show. After that I went to see who I had come to see, The Pixies. Now that was an amazing show. Wow. They have all gotten old, like a lot older than I expected, but they still knew how to rock. I almost got trampled a couple of times and saved this drunk girl from getting trampled twice. After all of that business, I found my friends. They had found a lot of their friends, and by now it was a great party. Unfortunately for me, half the alcohol was gone. I was kinda pissed because I payed for it, but I got compensated by getting free drugs for the rest of the weekend. So then it was time for what everyone in Spain was waiting for, and what I was cringing for: Korn. Yes, everyone in Spain LOVES Korn. I guess they didnt get that memo. But yeah, the crowd was prolly 15 thousand strong and everybody was into it. I got tired of watching the band and decided to just enjoy the crowd, so I asked anyone if they wanted to get closer. Two of the girls, Ange & Virginia, decided to come. We pushed our way up to about 10 people from the barrier and just went with the crowd. I had a lot more fun in the crowd than in the back where we were originally sitting. So did they. After Korn we went back and met up with our friends. I was pretty fucked up by this time and started talking to everyone. I met a lot of really good fun people.
It was about 2am and all the bands were done, but the DJs were just getting started. We went to this circus tent playing techno and danced there for a good time. I lost Eva and Lorena but stuck with Ange, Virginia, and their friend Vincent for most of the night. We just danced and danced and danced all night long. Its really amazing the sharing that goes on with these events. If you buy a beer, you pass it around. If you pull out a joint, you pass it around. If you pull out pills, you break them up into pieces for however many friends you have around you. Its amazing and beautiful. By about five I found Eva and Lorena, and kept with them, as Ange and Virginia were leaving to go to a rave. Eva, Lorena, Manuel, and about four other people, stayed dancing there for another hour before picking up and moving to another area of people partying. This area consisted of a semi tuck made of speakers, and a DJ on top playing music. But there were hundreds of people there dancing way past the night and into the morning. At about 9 am we left and went to the Rave. It was about a half hour walk and really out in the middle of no where. We walked through tall grass for about 10 minutes before we actually got to the rave. At the rave there were four or five areas with speakers hooked up to cars and generators and whatever powere they could get. The music went out often and when that happened, people just moved to one of the other four areas. It was really really incredible. We stayed there till about two in the afternoon at which time, I went home on the train. Eva and Lorena stayed behind but I was just exhausted. I got home by about three and passed out on the couch. I was woken up at 7 by Lauren, asking me if I had a concert to go to that evening. I woke up and started freaking out. I had tickets for Paul McCartney and the doors opened at 7. So I ran around changing my clothes and trying to put a little charge on my cell phone. During all that my friend Ale called asking where I was. She was suposed to give me a ride to the show but my phone was dead, so she left without me. So I took a taxi, which was fucking 15 euros, but its my own damn fault. When I got there I got a call from my other friend who was head of security there. I had completely forgotten about the fact that he had offered to get me backstage for the concert and introduce me to McCartney. Well he said he didnt know because it was so late but he would do what he could. So he escorted me back stage and we waited near the bus. When Paul came out, he shook my hand and said "How you doing man." It was a really short oppurtunity and other than saying "I dont sign autographs," he was extremely nice. I met him right before he was going on stage, as he came out of his bus. I walked with him and he talked to me all the way until he got to the stairs to the stage (a good minute or two). I was nervous as all shit the entire time. He asked me how good my spanish was and I told him decent so showed me his list of things to say while on stage and told me to proof read it. I didnt have time for a photo because he was moving really quickly and I was kind of in shock from shaking the hand of one of the beatles. So I went back to the crowd and pushed my way pretty close to the front. He openned up with Jet and went from that right into All My Loving. He was really trying hard to speak in spanish and it was so cute. But he gave up about halfway through and spoke mostly english through the rest of the show. It was a really impressive show and I was just floored by the whole experience. Right before the first encore, I found my friend Ale and we finished the the rest of the show together. After that (a three and a half hour performance) I had no energy left. She wanted to go out for drinks and I just wanted to sleep. So she took me home. And I slept for a much needed 14 hours.
But all that got cut down to about nothing when I woke up this monday morning to find out one of the people I cared most for in the entire world is just a stupid, selfish fucking slut, worse than I could ever imagine. Yes my ex girlfriend is sleeping with my best friend in philly and has moved out to California for the summer to be with him. Shit went on with them while becky and I were still together and as far as I am concerned, the two of them can rot in hell together. I just cant believe that someone I loved so much could be such a horrible person.