Ninja Day

What a week..

After the disaster that was Sunday Night Cinema Trip.. I sort of feel better.. not one hundred percent, but better.

Mindy (a friend from UK) was here on Tuesday.. so I planned a BIG NIGHT TUESDAY

V backed out.. (she has been behaving very oddly lately, I hardly see her)

But Bob and Gracie were on form and came round to partake of the Don (sangria in a carton - special) at my place

Mindy was tired and not really in the mood but I dragged her out anyway.

Our first stop .. (after HC caught us grafittying (sp?) the lift) was, of course, Irish Bar..

Showed Mindy the infamous Ireland .. had a couple of cheeky ones.. then continued next door to Irish Bar 2.. where I showed Mindy the infamous England aka Dan. She preferred England.. no taste.

We had a couple of cheeky tequilas and wound up in our favourite club where we took over the dance floor once again.. by about 3 Mindy was flagging so we popped her in a taxi and the three of us set off to club No 2..

What a place.. went upstairs and they were playing all the cheese! We decided (as always) to ask for Tiffany.. and they had it.. so we just went for it with the requests.. Chesney, Ric Astley, Time Warp..

Unfortunately they closed the room early so we had to go downstairs to the hardcore house dance room where Bob danced away with his goggle glasses on..and the excellent cheese DJ came and joined us.

After tiring of that we made our way to our favourite bar for breakfast.. and lo and behold.. who should we bump into on the way.. but the Irish bar staff just getting out of work.. including Ireland.

This is where it started to go wrong...

At the bar we all ordered in breakfast, we were all very drunk and Gracie soon gave up and went home. It sort of became a challenge between Bob and Myself to see who could stay the longest, who would be the ultimate winner?

Meanwhile Erica (Ireland's workmate and housemate) came and sat on my lap and decided to warn me off Ireland.. saying she thought it was disgusting the way he treated women, she could see that I liked him but that I could get someone better etc.. which I thought was sweet, mainly as she doesn't normally speak to me. ever. I think we might be friends now. She was also going on about E and E... saga.. another time maybe..

At the same time, Ireland was flirting, sort of, with me, but also holding hands with the German girl that I really don't like. In the end I could hardly stand it anymore, and after declaring myself the winner as Bob had passed out I called a truce. I just couldn't be around him doing that.. why are men such idiots?

I was so upset as I left, crying in the taxi home, I decided that it would be best for me not to see Ireland any more, that way I couldn't get upset, and besides I only had a couple more weeks left in Barcelona anyway. Mindy agreed that this was a good idea when I informed her of it when I rolled in at 7am.

Anyway slept for a couple of hours before the FUCKING HAMMERING AND DRILLING started... when will it stop?? Months and months and months of drilling is driving me crazy

After being so rudely awakened I texted the crew to see if anyone was up for a full English. Bob, somehow, had raced down to a phone box within minutes to agree that this was a splendid idea and so we met for a couple of bloody marys and a full english. mmmm.

Drinking the bloody marys I felt like Bambi, I was not sure that my legs would function when I stood up.. but it cured the hangover..

Anyway during breakfast Bob began to ask Mindy a question..

"There was this man.." I stopped him and for some, unknown, random, reason I asked

"Was he a ninja?" and so the day was henceforth named ninja day. :)

We continued with a 30 minute alcohol break where we went to my bar for some water and coffee from England and then it was on to temple for some Baileys.. excellent.

I was feeling pretty hammered by the time we got to the airport to drop Mindy off and partook in knee slides, trying to get through customs, queue jumping, trolley races.. and back on the airport bus to barcelona where Bob and I fucked some shit up in Corte Ingles

"Donde esta el shitter?"

and yet more cocktails and a trip to the supermarket.

I went home and passed out. Bob went home drank a bottle of wine and vomited all over his bedroom floor.