Michael Bolton

Woke up at around 11:30 on Friday, bummed around and such until lunch at 2:30 which was, again, half good and half not so good. We had this delicious potato salad which I love: just potatoes, olive oil, tomatoes, onion, and green olives. Yes, I shall make it back in the States. Then, with it, we had just plain, cooked fish. Eh, that was okay. Then for dessert a big bowl of fruit came out with many choices: peaches, plums, and oranges. I couldn't decide! I settled on a plum. So ripe and delicious! Good choice, Lisa, good choice. After lunch I felt like doing something with myself so I walked to the center where I intended to blog but ended up just facebooking the whole time. Now that I actually have studying to do it's been a struggle to keep up with my blogs. You see, previously, when I never had homework, this blog was my only responsibility. Now that I actually have responsibilities that require thinking, blogging just doesn't appeal to me...all I want to do when I'm online is anything mindless. Oy vey. So anyways, the center closed at 5, so I then walked back to los Remedios and met up with Stacey and Katie who were studying at Starbucks. I did about 3 hours worth of Lope reading at Starbucks (I have 5 plays to read before the exam on June 12...ugh). Stacey and I then went home for dinner; we had shellfish croquetas (again? weird.), gazpacho, and shoe string potatoes covered in tomato sauce (so weird!). For dessert we had fresh-squeezed orange juice. After dinner I started to get ready to go out. Stacey had promised that Friday would be the one day that she would come out, but then she backed out on me! So I did what any normal girl would do: I peer pressured her. After a good 15 minutes of reasoning with her mixed in with a good dose of pouting, she caved and hopped in the shower. At 11 we walked to Vips to meet up with Katie and Melissa, who were running late, causing us to sit in Starbucks aimlessly for a good 15 minutes. Awkward. Then they showed up and we walked toward the center of town, but ran into Alyssa and the "Cornell Crew" (a.k.a. Julia, Emily, and Jenny). So we all hung out in Plaza de Cuba for about an hour and a having a pretty hefty botellon and causing a scene (many random Spanish dudes yelling at us, hissing at us, talking to us, etc.). There was a really cute 60-something Spanish man who approached us and practiced his English on us. Awwww. Melissa and I also had an escapade in the parking garage bathroom which we never knew existed...it's actually quite nice! Soon we migrated to Madigan's for car bombs, but Melissa and I opted to just stand outside because a) I had a rum and coke to finish and b) we were already drunk enough to the point that we knew that a car bomb would not be the best idea. Then we all headed over to Alfalfa with the intention of tormenting some newbies. Once there we bought some big-ass beers and took our sweet time on them. Emily decided not to come out with us, and Julia and Jenny got really wasted. Those Cornell girls know how to party, I approve. Sometimes ya just really, really need to let loose during finals. Fo reals. All of Alfalfa is pretty blurry, I mean, not because I was wasted (I wasn't that drunk), but mostly because Alfalfa is just different, as I have mentioned before. So it mostly involves us drinking and shootin' the shit, nothing too exciting. At around 4ish we walked over to Elefunk (wow, twice in one week). The first time I went there it was a bit disappointing, and I was wasted. This time I was just plain old drunk and it was even more disappointing. We ended up just using the bathroom then leaving. On the entire walk home Stacey, Melissa, and I belted 80's and early 90's soft rock. We were like a soft rock iTunes playlist. It was ridiculous and we were obnoxiously loud. I mean, come on, who doesn't enjoy some loud Americans belting Michael Bolton?? Alyssa and Katie were quite embarrassed and walked way ahead of us. We seriously sang the entire way home, it was really absurd...and amazing. We ended up waking up Melissa and Katie's senora and she sent them an angry text message. Uh-oh, they were in troooooouble. That's one thing that I will not miss about the home stay: feeling like we're back in high school with household rules. For example, Maruja got cross with me the other day for putting my feet up on the couch. Meh. Anyways, then Stacey and I walked home laughing about our silliness that night. Of all things to walk down the street belting at 4:30am...I mean, soft rock? Soft rock, people??
We got home and drunken facebooked for a good hour and ate cardboard. And by cardboard I mean these little fiber-rich, sugar-free, salt-free tostadas that Stacey had (we do our best to beat our Spanish spare tire that we've accumulated...oh yeah, people, get ready for my Spain belly when I get home). But yeah, they tasted like cardboard. Then we passed out at 5:30. The end.