Wednesday, September 20, 2006

I don't smoke da reefer

So HC's brother has arrived. Rafa - not 20 but 24. Loco of course thinks that I fancy him. I don't.

He arrived accompanied by his mother and then proceeded to sulk in his room for 2 entire days.

He comes out occasionally now and seems to have taken a shine to Loco. Perhaps this is because Loco knows where he can purchase his favourite grocery item. Hash. Rafa's brother was always, is always very anti drugs, but now I have to make do with his little pothead of a brother who has possibly the most annoying voice ever.

Happy Days.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Meeting the parents

So .. I've met the parents! and the brother and sister in law! And they're all so nice! It was Loco's father's birthday and we went out for lunch. I sat next Loco's brother and opposite Loco, which suited me fine.

His sister-in-law seems a little peculiar but she is very Catalan so I'll let it slide for now.

Now, in Spain, meeting the parents is a very big deal. HUGE. Meeting the parents means that you are in a very serious relationship with probable intentions to marry. In our case, Loco had to give some explanation as to why he slept in Barcelona every night at a "friend's place" and after much prompting from his mother about whether his friend happened to be a girl, that perhaps was a "special friend" Loco finally admitted it and his father was not surprised exclaiming "Tiran más dos tetas que dos carretas" roughly translated as a pair of breasts pull more than a pair of carts. And so a short time later I was invited for lunch.

Normally you get introduced to the parents after 6 months to a year. I know people who have been dating over a year and still haven't met the parents, nor do the parents even know of the significant others existence. (This was the case with my ex in Madrid).

I think Loco's mother was pleasantly surprised as from what I gather she was expecting the stereotypical British person as found on the likes of Ibiza Uncovered and Benidorm Hen Nights. She seems satisfied that I am not some sort of Shameless Hussy (if only she knew, bwa ha ha ha).

So now they know. And now I only have to meet the rest of the 256 family members who will soon know about me as apparently Loco's mother is not one to keep her mouth closed. Joy.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

eeeek

Last night Loco and I went for dinner at a Japanese. It wasn't bad, they have a range of menus at reasonable prices (calle Provenca between Balmes and Enric Granados - don't recall the name)

Anyway, I don't know if it was something they put in the food, or the free shot of Sake afterwards but when I got home I could not stop laughing.

Even when we got amorous, every little while I kept getting filled with an urge to laugh. Not exactly romantic!

I have a new addiction. Well I have two new addictions

1. Singstar - The funnest PS game in the world ever?? Loco and I have become quite competitive and over the last few days and my housemates have arrived home quite often to find us singing away like crazies.

2. Eyetoy - My brother has told me it is cheesy. Who cares? I love cheese. There are so many wondrous games for this small but perfect contraption that I wonder if I will ever leave the house again. I spent the weekend fighting virtual foes and absolutely knackered myself out. My arms hurt :(

Everyone should invest.

RIP Steve

I was very sad to hear of the death of Steve Irwin - The Legendary Crocodile (funnily enough spelt cocodrilo in Spanish) Hunter.

His shows never failed to amuse me and I even went to see the movie..

A sad loss.