I'm not equipped for the Spanish scene

Night 2 out in Madrid...a night sure to be crazy. We had a huuuuuge dorm-eque pregame in Melissa and Katie's room to the point where the hotel personnel had to come tell us to be quiet. Hehe, oh man. Needless to say, the vodka, tequila, and rum was flowing like water and Sven got quite a workout. I ran to grab something from my room really quickly at one point and rammed my arm at full speed into one of the door handles in my room. I'm a huge klutz, especially when drinking, and now there's a pretty ugly welt on my right arm, picture pending. Also, if you've seen how small and fragile my camera is, you'd understand what a bad idea it is to hang onto it in a hotel room packed with people. Usually, when I take pictures, I keep the string wrapped around my wrist because I am so nervous that I will drop it. Well, this was one of the only times that I didn't wrap it around my wrist, someone bumped into me while I was looking at some pics on my LCD screen, and it fell flat on the wood floor. I kind of flipped out. The camera still works perfectly, except it takes pictures that are all black now. So I fucked up the viewfinder. Wonderful. At least the LCD screen and memory card and whatnot are intact, so I could still view my old pictures and upload them...just couldn't take new ones. I talked myself down, with the help of Katie and Melissa, told myself that there was nothing that I could do, I'm on a warranty, and that I'll figure something out. I mean, there are worse things that could happen. I'm alive, I'm in Spain, and I'm happy...I wasn't going to let my technological mishap spoil my night. A really cool surprise: Adam from 2nd Prescott who's in the Granada program came to Madrid for the weekend. I was hanging out in the hotel room, and ta-da, there was Adam! Yay East Quad suprises! It was good to see an old face. So anyhow, after a super fun time in the hotel we left around 1am to hit up Kapital, the infamous club of Madrid which is also the 3rd largest in the world. I wasn't too hot on the idea since I'm usually not big on the clubbing scene, but it had to be done. We taxi'd out there, decided that it was too early and got drinks at a next door, smokey, cramped bar. I ordered a Malibu con pina since it's a pretty tame drink. Then we entered Kapital. It had an 18euro cover which kind of blew, but we got coupons for one free drink upon entering which kind of made it OK I guess... Then we checked our coats and did our thang. Now this is what makes Kapital unique: it's seven floors, and each floor is a different theme (in terms of music and decor). As we left coat check we ran into those sketchy Argentinian guys which gave me that uneasy feeling again. I gathered people to walk with me, then Katie started talking to the really tall one (think almost seven ft.) which made me super nervous. She disappeared as we ventured up to the seventh floor to check it out and work our way down. It took awhile to get up there, but when we did I was glad, the theme was sports...American sports (hehe), and it was very open, chill, with a lot of seating and a fountain. This was more my scene. Then Katie started calling Stacey, over and over, but it was so noisey that it was impossible to hear Katie so Stacey kept yelling, "Seventh floor!" into the phone every time that Katie called. Finally Katie got up there. She told us that the Argentinian guy basically assaulted her, that he had backed her up into the VIP area, which is basically private rooms, and tried kissing her. She kept saying no, and that she has a boyfriend (which she does), but he wouldn't respect her wishes at all. She tried to escape but he was so tall and forceful. Then he tried to put his hand down her pants. Finally she escaped. He said, "Fine, I'll just fine someone else." Ummmmmm, like she cares??? Oh man, I was fuming when I heard this. Katie was flustered, but not as pissed off as I was. I mean, you know me and my drunken rants; if some social issue that concerns me is challenged when I'm drunk, then I go on a rampage. I was ANGRY. The wrath of Lisa was trying to come out...I was honestly about to go downstairs and find him and do something very violent and un-Lisa-like to him. I knew I had a bad feeling about those guys, thank god for my gut telling me to not even show an ounce of interest in their company. But seriously, I felt terrible for Katie, but she's OK for sure. Katie was trying to calm ME down! Everyone kept coaxing me and telling me to just get a drink and chill out. So I used my free drink coupon to get the one and only drink for the night (I paid 18euro to get in, that's all I'll ever spend at a money vacuum like that). We then explored all of the other floors, which kind of sucked, there was a hip-hop floor, something else, who knows, they actually all kind of seemed the same. The ground floor was where all of the dancing was, which was OK, just really crowded and, well, 'clubby.' There were also a lot of Americans, actually there were a lot of Americans in Madrid altogether. Every once in awhile, the ceiling would blast this damp, high pressure air that was loud and weird. That was kind of cool, I guess. We danced on some platforms for a bit. Then Kelly started dancing with some rich guy who kept offering to buy her Porsches and stuff, which was weird, but he ultimately invited all of us back to a VIP area on the ground floor which is basically a platform blocked off by a velvet rope with its own couches and waiters. Not bad. I didn't want to drink anything else, though, and I was growing tired, AND we couldn't find Stacey and Herbie. So Jessica, Katie, and I sat on the couches ready to leave. Finally we found them, Stacey was oh so very drunk, I guess she had been taking some tequila shots (haha, she's a fan now) which was actually quite cute. When Stacey's drunk she doesn't act really drunk, just really happy. It's very cute. Then us four and Herbie got our coats from coat check, another 2 euro, then hopped in cabs to head back to the Principe. We got back around 4:30 which is ridiculous, but normal for Spain. I'm definitely not equipped for this scene. Melissa, Courtney, and Kelly stuck around there and I guess they were basically there all night. I swear, Katie, Jessica, Stacey and I are like the old people in the group who tire easily...but I mean, 4:30am should NOT be considered early by any means! Ohhhhh Spain. Stacey passed out right away, and we hung out and ate chips pretty loudly right on the bed. She was OUT! She was definitely OK, we made sure of it. I mean, when Stacey's sober she sleeps like a rock! A little before 5 I was asleep. What a silly, night, Madrid. A silly night, indeed.