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So, again, this is like a series. You need to read the one called “Estoy tonta, hoy” first and then the “Otro parte de Granada” and then this one. Alright, so here goes.

Julia and I had just entered a bar of heavy metal punk rock men. There were women too, but everyone was dressed the same. Which was basically black clothing, chains, mohawks, (a little like Sabrina, but not as cool as you, Sabrina!). So, we went up to the bar because at first when we walked in, we looked at each other, and we’re like, “Should we do this?”. And of course, we should. Because it’s a little scary. Anyway, there were these weird punk guys at the bar who wanted to get with us. And they kept asking us what kinds of music we liked and they gave us a cigarette, so I guess that was nice of them… but I don’t really smoke, so. Oh well. Anyway, so, I think it annoyed them that we didn’t know any of the singers they were talking about. And eventually, we left because there was some little French guy that I’m pretty sure wanted to get in my pants and he was creepy.

Once we were outside, Ashley stomped up to us all pissed off. Or, she didn’t seem very pissed off to me, but evidently, when we had gone into this punk rock bar, Julia had seen Ashley storming around outside searching for us. Oh well. This is why we’re mean people.

So, we kept walking to go down to some other bars. There was this one bar with a pool table in the back (this is all characterization of Ashley). When she saw there were some hotties playing pool, she did what I’m sure she thought was a sexy walk up to them and turned around, flipping her hair, and stood there staring at them. And, of course, they ignored us. I mean, I would annoy a guy too if a short, chubby man approached me like he wanted to conquer me with his sassy walk. So, at this point, those guys from Madrid with the UNC sweatshirts called us. It was raining a little. I didn’t really care if we met up with them or not. As I said before, there are a lot of Spanish men in Spain. But Ashley really wanted to. So, we went off walking in the direction where they were.

We saw them when we reached this big square. I didn’t hear this, but when we walked up, Julia said that she heard them say, “Look, it’s the Americans.” That is always a bad sign. But luckily, Julia and I aren’t retarded because we got bad vibes from those guys. They were telling us that one of them was getting married and this was like his batchelor party. Well, when we walked up there, they all did those two kisses things, but Ashley took the two kisses to another level. She was trying to turn those two kisses into a make-out session. So, the guys were like, “Let’s go. We’re going to a discoteca.” And Julia and I were like, “Well, okay, but if we go to any place where there aren’t a lot of other people, we’re leaving.” So, we walked down the street with them. And Ashley was holding onto the guys and Julia and I were holding onto each other. Anyway, we reach the discoteca and it costs 8 euros to get inside. And the guys were not going to pay for us because they really did not care if we went in or not, we were just some American booty. So, I told Ashley that I wasn’t going to pay, but if she wanted to go in, she could. (At this point, she was kind of annoying me, and it’s not that I wanted her to get raped, I just figured she could make her own stupid decisions). This is the conversation:

Me: Ashley? I really don’t want to pay 8 euros to go to some discoteca with those guys.

Ashley: What?

Julia: That’s a lot of money for a discoteca.

Me: Yeah, and I don’t even have 8 euros.

Ashley: (Getting angry because she’s very horny) That’s how much discotecas cost. Most of them are 20 euros. This one is cheap.

Me: Well, Julia and I have never had to pay to go in a discoteca.

Ashley: Listen, I’ll pay for you guys and you can pay me back.

Me: Ashley, if you pay for me, I’m not going to pay you back.

Julia: Let’s go back to the hotel.

Okay, so I don’t know if those parts are exact, but basically, that is about it. So, it was raining pretty hard at this point. Julia, Ashley, and I went to stand under the awning of this bar. And then Ashley started demanding my cell phone because it had those guy’s number on it. And I told her that she couldn’t use my cellphone to call, but she can get the numbers. She was really pissed off. It was scary. And so, we started walking back. And Julia and I were sharing an umbrella and I invited Ashley to get under it, but she refused. It was so ridiculous and stupid. She was being such a dumb girl. And it was making me angry. But as we were walking, I started thinking how stupid the whole thing was and I tried to make things better, but she still refused the umbrella. Oh well.

So, the next day, we drove back to Sevilla and I had a hangover on the bus and didn’t feel so hot. But we stopped in AquaDulce again, so that was sweet.

When we got back to Sevilla, Maria was supposed to be home to fix us lunch, but she wasn’t. So, Ashlee (my roommate, not the short one) and I sat outside of our apartment for over an hour waiting. And I went downstairs to get some lunch from this little takeout place near our house. The guy who got my food for me was really nice because he gave me some extra for free. And all week long, when I pass by that place when I am walking from school, he waves at me. So, that is nice of him.