Out of Control

Megan, my wonderful friend from high school, came to visit me this weekend. As some of you may know, Megan is one of my craziest friends. Hanging out with her is always a good time. And as I expected, this weekend was "out of control", as Megan likes to say. Here are some highlights:

• Oh, Kapital: As always, bringing my visitors (Megan brought her friend, Tess, along with her) to the 7-story discoteca was a success. Let's just say when we got home, someone wouldn't shut up about how her neck smelled like man.
  

• Atletico Madrid v. Recreativo: The girls really wanted to see a futbol match. Real Madrid didn't play here this weekend so that means we had to see the other, not so famous team, Atletico. It was great because I finally got to see the team play and I finally got to go inside Estadio Vicente Calderon. It was fun. Ok, so I still prefer the Real Madrid matches but this one wasn't so bad. The team won 4-0...woohoo!

• Vuelta de España: Spain's version of Tour de France ended in Madrid on Sunday. We just happen to be walking along the route and decided to hang around and watch the spectacle. It was awesome! I have never seen a cycling tournament before and it was surprisingly exciting. Those cyclists are freaking fast!
  

• Tickling gypsies: As we were walking past the make shift homes of the gypsies living behind my building, Megan started joking around about what if a gypsy suddenly jumped out of the bushes and started tickling Tess to get her money...hahahaha. We found this ridiculously funny and it became a running joke all weekend long...you just had to be there.

• Sweet: Saturday, we went to a discoteca called Sweet. Since we had already gone to Kapital, which has a mix of foreigners and English speaking Spaniards, I wanted to take them to a club with only Spaniards. Of course, talking to men there was a tad bit more difficult for the girls. Finally, Megan made me her translator. A man, who according to Megan was hot but smelled like pickles (she's got some major scent issue), would not leave me alone because he really wanted "hacer amor" with her. I was cracking up. I was trying to get him away but he was so persistent. We discussed it for about ten minutes when I finally told him I was done and he was giving me a headache.
  

• Southside Irish accent: Ok, so Megan is not exactly the best at speaking Spanish. She's never studied it and her Chicago accent is just too hard to get rid of. So listening to her try is hilarious. For example, we were at the park and saw a stray cat. She asked me how to say cat in Spanish. I told her gato. She proceeded to look at the cat and say, hey cato. I just about died laughing. She thought I just added an o to cat! In another instance, a guy held the door for her and she accidentally said agua instead of gracias...hahahaha. God, I love her!

Alright, that's all I am going to disclose. Really, most of what happened just cannot be posted...ha! What happens in Madrid stays in Madrid.

Pictures and videos coming soon.