Miercoles

I changed shifts with someone so I could go out with Pat and Other Eric on Wednesday night. This is the first time the 3 of us had a chance to go out together since Thanksgiving. We figured we would go to Moron, which is the small town where we are staying now; the same place we went on Sunday night.

I got off work at 10 PM and got back to the hotel. After cleaning up, I met the other 2 in the lobby and we headed downtown in Pepe’s Cab. Once we got there, it was a disappointment. Nothing was open and hardly anyone was out. It felt like the opening weekend of…

We were obviously pretty upset. There was nothing to do and it was only midnight. We stopped in a little café for a beer and to discuss what to do. We ended deciding that paying 60 Euros to get to Sevilla, 45 minutes away, would be worth the investment.

So we called Pepe’s Cab again. Our plan was to try to get him down to 50 Euros. That didn’t go to well. So, in the end we haggled him all the way down to 60 Euros.

We had him drive us to Sevilla and drop us off over by the Cathedral area. Pat took us to Flaherty’s which is an Irish pub where a lot of foreign nationals hang out. We were standing by the bar in the back and there were four girls to our left. One of them was dancing to Madonna’s “Vogue” and lip-syncing it as well. No, it wasn’t Ashlee Simpson.

We all smiled and laughed at her, which was her invitation to come over to talk to us, I guess. She was about as drunk as drunk can be. She and her friends were all Irish and she, Shannon, had been there drinking since 4 AM. She was mildly entertaining and she and Other Eric and Pat spent the next 5-10 minutes seeing who could insult who the most with Pat making references to potatoes and Other Eric telling her to get the “f” out of here (He thought she’d yelled some swear words at him). I made my way over to talk to the other Irish girls. They were better looking anyway.

We hung out with the Irish girls for about an hour or so. One of them was a student at the local university and the others were friends visiting from Ireland. Some things I learned from them:

-They hate it when American say “Oh! My ancestors are from Ireland.” Not sure what we are supposed to do since most Americans seem to have some distant Irish blood in them.

-They hate President Bush. But that wasn’t a surprise. I didn’t even bring it up. They did.

-My Irish accent sucks but I do a really good Scottish accent.

They ended up leaving and we found some British (and one South African) folks at the table behind us. They were a great bunch, along with two attractive women (bonus). We ended up talking to them until the pub threw us out. After leaving, we all decided to go to a local dance club called La Cathedral. Upon getting there, Mav, the South African, said he had to get up at 6 AM for work and it was already 3. And since he was everyone’s ride, they all left together. But, of course, not before the women gave us their numbers (I got Kerri-Ann’s).

After they left, we went into the club (12 Euro cover charge!). It was a great club. A lot like the nicer ones in the states. And it was playing American music, not that Techno crap. I hate techno. We hung out there for another hour or so. While we were there we ran into some other Americans who played professional basketball in Spain. They kind of stood out, being very tall and black, in Spain. Being shorter and white (and properly dressed this time), I didn’t stand out as much.

Upon leaving there, we went to another club. But that is another story for another time.

Here’s a teaser for you. My next blog posting will be about the Spanish police showing up at the hotel the morning we got back from this night out, because my name came up on an Interpol (International Police) wanted list.

And for those keeping score (me), the current score in the comments contest (winner gets a free t-shirt and maybe more if I can get out to shop some): Angela 2, myself 1, Heather 1, pops 1 and Carly 1. It’d be depressing if I won.