Procrastination Queen

I have been putting off writing another blog post for a good eight weeks now because so much has happened and I just had no idea where to start with it all. Plus I am the most easily distracted person in the world and therefore nothing in my life that actually needs to be done ever gets done. Life would be so much easier if I just did anything at all, ever.

So instead of going back 8 weeks (I could sob about how fast this is all going) and writing the blog post of all blog posts (I feel it would reach dissertation lengths) I'm just going to start here and drop things in bit by bit (unless I get distracted for another 8 weeks and at that point should just give up altogether on the whole idea of blogging!)

So there have been teacher strikes and protests this week around uni and I was told by a friend a few days ago that we have today off (took his word, didnt put too much effort into clarifying this, a free day is not to be taken lightly). So me and my housemate decided last night to go for some shisha and then out to a club called Sala Marco Aldany (confusingly also a hairdressers chain in Madrid) which is a 2 minute walk from the shisha bar and only a 10 minute walk up the road from our apartment

The shisha place we went to is called Las Mil y Una Noches and it's a really cute little bar tucked away on some side street I would never have found on my own. They offer shisha, tea, food and beer/wine and its just a really nice, chilled atmoshpere inside. A lot of people seem to take their work there and sit smoking shisha and working using the free wifi there - I may have to try this one day as nothing ever gets done in my room.

There ended up being four of us smoking shisha, sharing 2 pipes - one with watermelon and mint and the other (which didn't go down as well as the first) mixed fruit and mint. 

We had a couple drinks each and then the bartender brought out the worlds vilest coffee liqueur and 5 shot glasses. Not wanting to offend him we all took the shots, so not only did I throw back this vile potion, I then thought it would be a great idea to wash the taste down with some beer. It wasn't a great idea. It was one of the worst I've ever had.

Around 12.30am we headed back up the road to the club where we paid 12 euros entrance each and got in return 2 free drinks, some "champagne" and a free shot. However, as we were walking in we were all given a sticker with a number on for some sort of raffle, and with my number being 11 and my friends being 15 we had the sudden and terrifying realisation that we had gotten to the club as the rest of Spain were still getting dressed. And yes, I counted as I got in there and there were roughly 15 people dotted around the rather bare looking room coming to the exact same realisation as us. However, barely half an hour later the queue outside was pretty long and, with Madrid being rather rainy recently, I was more than happy to have come earlier and not had to queue. 

On entering I was given a party hat and a "party blower" - I have asked everyone what to call these things and have been searching a solid 20 minutes on google trying to find a name for them but this is all I have. A blowout or a party blower - you know those foil rolled up things that you blow and they roll out and make a noise... well anyway I had one of those and I was acting like a hyperactive 6 year old with it on the dance floor.

We were also given a free t-shirt each that I surprisingly managed to carry around with me all night, and am now sat proudly wearing it as I drink tea and type this.

I think we left the club around 4.30am and walked home in the rain (putting my free tshirt to good use as a makeshift umbrella) but I failed to turn off all my alarms. So at 8am this morning I was stumbling around my room confused out of my mind as to where all the noise was coming from (I had about 6 alarms set on 2 different phones, both of which were hiding in dark corners of my room)

Today I've been trying to tackle my to-do list which seems to be growing at quite an alarming rate, but I have to admit I've actually just sat and drank tea, wrote this and watched a couple episodes of Suits (Harvey Specter marry me?)

I think the plan for tonight is going for Tapas in Lavapies with some friends, as they still have the Tapapies festival on, where a load of bars in the area offer up a unique tapas for 1 euro or tapas and una caña (a small beer) for 2 euros. I wonder if I can make it 2 blog posts in 2 days tomorrow with Tapas feedback - I feel this is an achievement that should be rewarded in the form of Zara goodies...

Vamos a ver!
Ciao for now!

p.s here is the champagne they gave us as part of the entrance fee:

I took the photo before we tried the drinks, and I had no idea why one was the right colour and the other two weren't. It's because two were water (with lemon) and one was champagne, and on pressing the bartender (who tried originally to convince us the water we were drinking was in fact champagne - nice try jesus) he admitted that they had just run out and offered us up two shots instead.