No, I´m not half baked, but I might be maybe a quarter so. Yes, that´s right, I managed to try some mary jane... well, hashish... today. You know, I figure when in rome, do as the romans... or rather, when in barcelona, smoke a little pot. But you know, it´s something new and different, and the headache I have as a result of it (please, I only took three hits) indicates that it shall in no way be habit forming.
Other highlights of my nightlife experience today: Learned to roll a cigarette, tried sangría (sooo good, definately a miracle drink... you´re wasted for a short period of time, but then after you´re fine and have the most delightful aftertaste), tried pot (not that cool, trust me), had bacardí with blue something-or-other (completely awesome), bought clothes, kareoked to "summer of '69", danced like a bafoon (and I wasn´t stoned or drunk at all), and hung out with the infamous Martí.
So really the only goal left for me to fufill is to try absinth (legal here). I am also excited for next friday, when carmina and guillermo promised for us to hang out until dawn. God, I love spain, and will promptly return to europe asap. However, there might be some problems tomorrow when we have to go out with O´Hara to some such touristy place. What will she say when Carmina and I are dead in the car.... hopefully, nothing....
1 comment:
WHOO WHOO!!! stefa esa una potheada. muwhaha. no no no. but ew. i have to admit, though, that i would be curious.
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