Saturday, June 06, 2009

Letter from Overseas Pt. 3

(Madrid, Spain - June 6, 2009)

You check your email every now and then, but the truth of the matter is you're gone...

Sitting in a taxi on the way to a club appropriately called "Joy", we began speaking of certain things that I probably should not disclose here. Our driver was visibly interested and even laughed every now and then. Once out of the car, I spotted what looked like a homeless old man, sitting in front of a mini market singing his lungs out. Inside, the club was decorated in a very interesting way with pictures of Audrey Hepburn, Humphrey Bogart and so on. The cover charge included two drinks and I must say, it was very interesting to see how everyone disposed of their glasses by dropping them on the floor (they weren't plastic). We ran into a group of british ladies trying to look like school girls straight of a Harry Potter movie; they even had the coke bottle eyeglasses as well as painted-on freckles. When I drank my two complimentary drinks, I headed to the bar for a whiskey on the rocks. The bartender offered to make love to me without even giving me his name, when he asked for 11Є for a whiskey on the rocks (about $15.59). I had no choice but to let him have his way - the fucking drink was already poured.

The bathroom in the apartment I'm staying in has a window sitting elegantly over the toilet looking towards the door. I've recently begun to look out the window as I took a piss, marveling at the architecture in the neighborhood, however I later realized that someone from the floor above could be getting a free peep show. I've since stopped.

Last night we went to a very fancy club that charged a 14Є cover charge and only gave one complimentary drink. Not cool. I was further disillusioned when I went downstairs and heard the sounds of the Hanson song, "MMMbop" coming out of the speakers. Fancy, indeed. It has been surprisingly cold outside recently and after we left the club, I found myself shivering like a moron, walking the streets without a jacket because someone told me it wouldn't be that cold. Serves me right for listening.

Today I took another one of my walks to the Arch of Victory. I sat on some steps across the street overlooking the arch. It was chilly and very windy and the wind caused ripples to form upon the long grass. As I listened to Tool on my headphones, sitting there under a cloudy sky, I felt great. Some days I still can't believe I'm here. Just then, some guy screamed at me from the passenger's seat of car. I didn't get what he said but that's the second time it's happened. Maybe it was the same guy. After I got up to walk to a theatre, I saw a floating paper bag that reminded me of the film "American Beauty" which in turn reminded me that I missed out on a recent AC/DC concert due to lack of funds. Don't ask me how I make those type of connections.

On the way back to the apartment, I was following the other people I was with, as I usually do. After we headed down some stairs to the metro station, all three of them quickly jumped over a small fence. I didn't think much of it and did it myself. What I thought was a harmless way of hurrying up a bit, turned out to be theft. I supposed no one thought it necessary to let me know what was up beforehand.

Tonight, we'll be heading to a more humble type of bar - something I've personally requested. Before making dinner, I took a shower. The water started changing dramatically from hot to cold without a second's warning. Each time it happened, I found myself screaming desperately "What the fuck is this?!!". I said the same phrase so many times in the space of 10 minutes, that I'm sure the neighbors that heard me thought I was singing some popular rap song in order to get in the mood to hang out. I know that's unlikely, but the thought of it amuses me.



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