The longest blog entry ever
You can breathe a sigh of relief.. this is not the epic novel of normal… and lucky for you as I haven’t sent a newsletter since July.. wow what a long time..
Just to let you know briefly what I’ve been up to.. a lot..
July:
In July (and August) I worked like a demon as it’s the busiest time of year in this line of work so there were no holidays for me although it wasn’t all work.. on 13th July I went to bed knowing it would be the last time I got a decent night’s sleep until 3rd August..
What Shameless did
Ibiza: Went over to Ibiza for a weekend for a friend’s birthday where I managed to spend a mammoth 14 hours on the beach.. only moving to go on a banana boat (note to self: never scream when falling off, open mouth and sea water do NOT mix). The definite highlight of the weekend had to be a DJ friend mixing in Tiffany – I think we’re alone now into his funky house mix – very pleasing!
Mindy @ the hotel: I flew in from Ibiza and went straight to work (having made a cool 125 euros from foolish airline overbooking the flight), went for a liquid lunch (not recommended after a weekend of no sleep) and spent the next 10 days partying and beaching with Mindy showing her the best of Barca including Shoko, My new favourite bar(see below), danzatoria (of course), the best falafel place in the world... it’s not tofu.. we also went to the strangest vegetarian restaurant in the world where we did get fed tofu and roasted beetroot.. I believe that will be my one and only visit there.. anyway it was an excellent few days and hopefully Mindy will come back and visit soon
The discovery of the best bar ever: ****bar – my new favourite place.. so secret.. I don’t even know the address.. only trusted members of the BCN circle know that we frequent it.. the craziest, funnest, most excellent bar in the whole of Barcelona if not the world.. at 00:00 it’s empty yet within half an hour it is so full that people (me) have no choice but to dance on the tables.. on the bar.. fit (straight) barmen dancing on the bar swinging their tops around in the air.. yes. dodgy alcohol that leaves you unable to even see after one drink .. and the best bit ..a 9:1 ratio of men to women! heh.
The Ex and His friend @ the hotel: The day Mindy left (after very nearly missing her flight.. sorry about that) Ex and his friend arrived for yet another 5 days of more beach, more danzatoria, more ****bar, 83 very drunken photos and an almighty big row.. excellent.
August: I continued to work work work all through August.. I I spent the first weekend of August in Andalucia with my family and friends having a wicked time.. I love the people in Andalucia.. they are the nicest, friendliest people in the world.. although my Sevillana cousin led me astray by taking me out and getting me drunk on a Monday night when I had a 7am flight…
When I returned I was quite disturbed to see that Barcelona had been deserted by locals and internationals alike and so I decided to provide me and my friends with our own nightlife and thus began the Shameless Hussy Party Trilogy which was f***ing awesome.
Tia and Pierre and Ludwig @ the hotel – Having been lulled into a false sense of security thinking that I had the whole apartment free for the month of August (even HC was away for 20 days) I then had some last minute bookings of the nicest kind and to be fair after 20 minutes on my own I’d got bored anyway and was glad of the new company even though on Pierre's first day he thought I was a nutcase as I spent 2 hours hiding outside behind a bush.. loooong story.. blame HC
Cocktail Friday, Gansters and Molls and the White and Blue Party were all amazingly successful and I have now been put in charge of organising my housemate’s 30th.. although he is COMPLETELY unaware of the events we are having when he is away..PS1 I must just radiate best parties ever hostess vibes.. I now have 1000 euros to spend.. and so.. the next party organised by myself will involve castles, helicopters, waterfalls.. the works.. GET IN! will send all pics (obviously taken by the official photographer)
Can’t wait for that one!
I thought I had completely got away with the parties.. party no.3 was excellent.. a large and lively crowd the night before HC was due to return.. then on to a club .. Mirablau - we had a couple of incidents the week before due to our gangster outfits and not being allowed into anywhere .. however i had had a few phonecalls to day everyone had made it in and i was surprised to say the least when i got to the club and found it empty.. especially as i was the last to arrive.. after i'd ordered a drink at the bar it occurred to me to ask the name of the club.. turns out it was called mirablé, we were in the wrong damn place.. V, Ludwig and I downed our drinks and then watched as Percy casually sauntered to the entrance tipped his drink into a plastic glass and walked out.. i forgot that you could do that in Spain..
It was so cool to eventually walk into MiraBLAU and see the dance floor full of people from the party all dressed in white and blue!
The previous party had taken me 13 hours to clean up after.. but I had it all under control.. an after party cleaning party team was gathered together and at 0530am after getting home from the club.. we set about tidying the house.- the fact that we were all so hammered (thanks to my infamous Cocktail bowl and those earlier drinks we'd downed) definitely helped our progress and the place was spotless in under an hour.. the place looked better than it ever had.. all that was left to do was take a binbag of rubbish (glass bottles) down..
This is not more difficult than it sounds.. all it involved was opening the front door and putting the sack in the lift.. however.. Jack thought it would be a clever idea to throw the bin bag over the banister and down 4 storeys..
I’m sure you can imagine the noise a huge bin bag of glass bottles makes when it hits a stone floor 4 storeys below and the kind of mess.. well actually you probably can’t imagine but it’s pretty phenomenal.. enough to wake up several neighbours that’s for sure.. Jack claims he was unaware there was any glass in the bag even though that was the ONLY thing in it.. Ludwig and Gracie legged it out the front door.. while Jack thought that it should just be left... i slept through it all.
The next day.. I apologised to my neighbour for any noise made.. her response was..
“It wasn’t really the noise that bothered me.. it was just … very… strange.. but
don't worry about it"
And then she goes and dobs me in.. to be honest I was surprised that no-one had complained throughout the duration of the parties although i have heard tales of cans being thrown up at the balcony from below.. and a neighbour actually being AT the party..
September: Work slacked off a tiny bit.. but I still felt like the Tazmanian Devil.. my life seems to be like a soap opera at the moment.. life is never simple.. and then I jetted off to the caribe for a well deserved holiday.. tales from that next time..
PS1. I have since been busted for the parties. I was in very big trouble but the fact I got away with them for so long I think makes me a fucking legend! I think that a mole gave me away.. I’ve yet to find out who.. but when I do.. they can be rest assured they are in BIG BIG trouble. My housemate after threatening many things has since forgiven me and allowed me to continue living there.. I think the present I bought helped. However, never one to be deterred, I am ever on the look out for new HS locations and as my reputation has preceded me, I have had several offers of apartments in which to hold parties.. yeh.. it’s all good
NEXT TIME: Tales from the dominican republic, Princess party, the evils of Tequila, life under a german dictatorship as experienced first hand
Just to let you know briefly what I’ve been up to.. a lot..
July:
In July (and August) I worked like a demon as it’s the busiest time of year in this line of work so there were no holidays for me although it wasn’t all work.. on 13th July I went to bed knowing it would be the last time I got a decent night’s sleep until 3rd August..
What Shameless did
Ibiza: Went over to Ibiza for a weekend for a friend’s birthday where I managed to spend a mammoth 14 hours on the beach.. only moving to go on a banana boat (note to self: never scream when falling off, open mouth and sea water do NOT mix). The definite highlight of the weekend had to be a DJ friend mixing in Tiffany – I think we’re alone now into his funky house mix – very pleasing!
Mindy @ the hotel: I flew in from Ibiza and went straight to work (having made a cool 125 euros from foolish airline overbooking the flight), went for a liquid lunch (not recommended after a weekend of no sleep) and spent the next 10 days partying and beaching with Mindy showing her the best of Barca including Shoko, My new favourite bar(see below), danzatoria (of course), the best falafel place in the world... it’s not tofu.. we also went to the strangest vegetarian restaurant in the world where we did get fed tofu and roasted beetroot.. I believe that will be my one and only visit there.. anyway it was an excellent few days and hopefully Mindy will come back and visit soon
The discovery of the best bar ever: ****bar – my new favourite place.. so secret.. I don’t even know the address.. only trusted members of the BCN circle know that we frequent it.. the craziest, funnest, most excellent bar in the whole of Barcelona if not the world.. at 00:00 it’s empty yet within half an hour it is so full that people (me) have no choice but to dance on the tables.. on the bar.. fit (straight) barmen dancing on the bar swinging their tops around in the air.. yes. dodgy alcohol that leaves you unable to even see after one drink .. and the best bit ..a 9:1 ratio of men to women! heh.
The Ex and His friend @ the hotel: The day Mindy left (after very nearly missing her flight.. sorry about that) Ex and his friend arrived for yet another 5 days of more beach, more danzatoria, more ****bar, 83 very drunken photos and an almighty big row.. excellent.
August: I continued to work work work all through August.. I I spent the first weekend of August in Andalucia with my family and friends having a wicked time.. I love the people in Andalucia.. they are the nicest, friendliest people in the world.. although my Sevillana cousin led me astray by taking me out and getting me drunk on a Monday night when I had a 7am flight…
When I returned I was quite disturbed to see that Barcelona had been deserted by locals and internationals alike and so I decided to provide me and my friends with our own nightlife and thus began the Shameless Hussy Party Trilogy which was f***ing awesome.
Tia and Pierre and Ludwig @ the hotel – Having been lulled into a false sense of security thinking that I had the whole apartment free for the month of August (even HC was away for 20 days) I then had some last minute bookings of the nicest kind and to be fair after 20 minutes on my own I’d got bored anyway and was glad of the new company even though on Pierre's first day he thought I was a nutcase as I spent 2 hours hiding outside behind a bush.. loooong story.. blame HC
Cocktail Friday, Gansters and Molls and the White and Blue Party were all amazingly successful and I have now been put in charge of organising my housemate’s 30th.. although he is COMPLETELY unaware of the events we are having when he is away..PS1 I must just radiate best parties ever hostess vibes.. I now have 1000 euros to spend.. and so.. the next party organised by myself will involve castles, helicopters, waterfalls.. the works.. GET IN! will send all pics (obviously taken by the official photographer)
Can’t wait for that one!
I thought I had completely got away with the parties.. party no.3 was excellent.. a large and lively crowd the night before HC was due to return.. then on to a club .. Mirablau - we had a couple of incidents the week before due to our gangster outfits and not being allowed into anywhere .. however i had had a few phonecalls to day everyone had made it in and i was surprised to say the least when i got to the club and found it empty.. especially as i was the last to arrive.. after i'd ordered a drink at the bar it occurred to me to ask the name of the club.. turns out it was called mirablé, we were in the wrong damn place.. V, Ludwig and I downed our drinks and then watched as Percy casually sauntered to the entrance tipped his drink into a plastic glass and walked out.. i forgot that you could do that in Spain..
It was so cool to eventually walk into MiraBLAU and see the dance floor full of people from the party all dressed in white and blue!
The previous party had taken me 13 hours to clean up after.. but I had it all under control.. an after party cleaning party team was gathered together and at 0530am after getting home from the club.. we set about tidying the house.- the fact that we were all so hammered (thanks to my infamous Cocktail bowl and those earlier drinks we'd downed) definitely helped our progress and the place was spotless in under an hour.. the place looked better than it ever had.. all that was left to do was take a binbag of rubbish (glass bottles) down..
This is not more difficult than it sounds.. all it involved was opening the front door and putting the sack in the lift.. however.. Jack thought it would be a clever idea to throw the bin bag over the banister and down 4 storeys..
I’m sure you can imagine the noise a huge bin bag of glass bottles makes when it hits a stone floor 4 storeys below and the kind of mess.. well actually you probably can’t imagine but it’s pretty phenomenal.. enough to wake up several neighbours that’s for sure.. Jack claims he was unaware there was any glass in the bag even though that was the ONLY thing in it.. Ludwig and Gracie legged it out the front door.. while Jack thought that it should just be left... i slept through it all.
The next day.. I apologised to my neighbour for any noise made.. her response was..
“It wasn’t really the noise that bothered me.. it was just … very… strange.. but
don't worry about it"
And then she goes and dobs me in.. to be honest I was surprised that no-one had complained throughout the duration of the parties although i have heard tales of cans being thrown up at the balcony from below.. and a neighbour actually being AT the party..
September: Work slacked off a tiny bit.. but I still felt like the Tazmanian Devil.. my life seems to be like a soap opera at the moment.. life is never simple.. and then I jetted off to the caribe for a well deserved holiday.. tales from that next time..
PS1. I have since been busted for the parties. I was in very big trouble but the fact I got away with them for so long I think makes me a fucking legend! I think that a mole gave me away.. I’ve yet to find out who.. but when I do.. they can be rest assured they are in BIG BIG trouble. My housemate after threatening many things has since forgiven me and allowed me to continue living there.. I think the present I bought helped. However, never one to be deterred, I am ever on the look out for new HS locations and as my reputation has preceded me, I have had several offers of apartments in which to hold parties.. yeh.. it’s all good
NEXT TIME: Tales from the dominican republic, Princess party, the evils of Tequila, life under a german dictatorship as experienced first hand
