I ain´t no V.I.P.

Saturday night was quite interesting. So we arrived at our little American botellón, socialized for awhile. Then, yet another drunk as fuck bum stumbles towards us. He picks up Rachael and Lizzy´s bottle of licorice rum, then a cup and holds it up waiting for us to pour him a drink. Ummmmmm. Stacey grabbed the rum and said no. He kept standing there staring at her creepily. The mace was in my pocket, I grasped it with my finger on the trigger ready to fire at any moment. Suddenly he slammed the plastic cup down hard on the bottle that Stacey was holding and called her a puta, and stormed off. Then, he got to the bridge and continued to yell obscenities at us. So creepy, once again. I would have showed no mercy with my trusty pepper spray, thank the lord for it. Now everyone here wants to get some, which is una buena idea. A Sevillano had told Courtney days earlier that there was a discoteca called Antique that was supposedly the best bar in Sevilla. We all cabbed it there, and arrived around 1ish, which was early as our driver told us that people don´t arrive until much later. Very true, we got there and it was basically deserted. It´s huge and quite fancy--the few people that were there were very dressed up. I, on the other hand, was clad in the typical Lisa attire: jeans, t-shirt, plain sweater, scarf, and my Bob Marley hat. Definitely appropriate for your typical little bar, but not Antique. I got a gin & tonic which was really expensive, but was basically all gin and no tonic so I guess that the price works. We sat on the side drinking awkwardly...empty clubs are awkward...as people slowly started to arrive. However, the people were all, well, older. Middle aged, and dancing to Black Eyed Peas and Kanye! So funny. Then, suddenly it´s as if the doors vomited people, and the club was packed with posh, scantilly clad people dancing to American dance music. I felt so out of place, it was hilarious, and of course I reveled in it and danced my little heart out with the ladays. It started to get really crowded, and the people were kind of cold there, and I definitely wasn´t digging it, but they played some funny music (think Ace of Base) that kind of made it worth it. Also, Courtney found some dude who she was making out with a lot, a photographer was walking around taking pictures that you could buy, and they got a picture of themselves kissing each other! Oh, the things that happen in Spain. By 3 we were all pretty sick of the place, so we decided to leave. Way too fancy shmancy (that´s for you, Nicole) for me, I prefer the more chill environment. I later found out that Antique is the nicest, scene-iest bar in Sevilla, and it´s where all of the rich celebrity-type go, e.g. the fútbol players. I ain´t no V.I.P.! Definitely not my scene.
After cabbing it back, Stacey, Melissa, and I decided that we weren´t tired. I sent a text to Marcos to see what he was up to. He and Miguel met up with us at the Plaza de Cuba next to the bridge, and we walked down Betiz to see what was up. We ended up just aimlessly walking, we witnessed a knife fight broken up by the cops on Betiz in front of a bar, so that was interesting...We all walked Melissa home, then walked towards our place. We made plans to hang out with them the next night, perhaps grab tapas. We ended up not getting home until 5:45am, by the way! We must have been walking pretty slow...? Time flies so quickly here since everything starts so late. Marcos told me that people usually stay out all night. Can you imagine? And you know what? At 5:45am I wasn´t even that tired, I could have gone all night! I can´t believe it, the Spanish life is a crazy life. But I was proud of myself for making it all weekend...I´m definitely not the type to be out all hours of the night every night...but I did it! Furthermore, it was a successful first true weekend in Sevilla.