So when I travel, I’m gone two weekends in a row and then I’m in Oviedo for a weekend. It’s a pattern, not one I meant to have, but still it’s a great pattern. The weekend after Salamanca, I was home and we all celebrated Luanne’s 23rd birthday. Alejandro, Jessica, Luanne and I went shopping at this big mall that Saturday called La Parque Principado. I got a dress and heels and Luanne bought a dress and Jessica bought heels. Alejandro actually bought the most out of all of us which makes me laugh every time I think of it since it’s not behavior you typically associate with guys.
We were supposed to get lunch together to celebrate, but no where was open at the times that we wanted. All of Spain shuts down for “siesta” so it is hard to plan anything between 2 and 5 pm. That night, we got dressed up and went to dinner at this Mexican place in honor of Luanne. It wasn’t as good as I was expecting but still fun. I thought Luanne would wear heels all night like she told me so I didn’t bring extra shoes and decided to just stay in my adorable heels. Instead after dinner, she changed into flats so I was the only one super dressed up. I honestly don’t know how the Spaniards do it. They go out in these heels and I just don’t understand since it has to hurt. Maybe their feet have become used to it, but it is still surprising to me that people still go through all that pain to look good. However, after doing it I have so much more respect for the women of Spain. That’s a lot of pain you deal with. After dinner and Luanne changing, we went to this really cool place that no one knows the name of. It’s where a bunch of spaniards go, so it was super authentic and fun. People go and play drinking games with this drink that’s essentially, cheap wine and a lot of coke that came in this small barrel looking thing. We played quarters, which I apparently was good at – thank you physics for coming in handy for once. I have never played a drinking game before, as my mother drilled it into my head that drinking games are “dangerous and not good for you” so it was super fun for me and when there’s 9 of us, we weren’t going to get remotely drunk off of it. In quarters, you each have a glass and one glass in the middle, and you try to bounce a coin into someone else’s glass. After we finished the drink, we went out while I was still in heels. I’ll tell you again, respect the girls in heels when you go to a discoteca. They are killing their feet to look that good! After club hopping a bit, since that’s what Luanne wanted to do I gave up and went home to change my shoes with the promise that I would be back to finish celebrating Luanne.
When I came back they decided they wanted to go to this really popular dance place, so I said ok and off we went. By this point there’s six of us out. We got to the place, called Sal-Si-Puedes and the bouncer guy hated Luanne, Ashley and I. It was insane. There were six of us and he only let three go through before stopping Luanne and requiring all three of us to show ID. None of us carry ID here in Spain, because it is absolutely not necessary and no one wants to lose their US Drivers License or their passport. Ashley had her University of Oviedo ID on her but he wouldn’t accept that as a valid form of ID. It was so weird to be asked to show ID for us so we waited until one of the people who got let in came to figure out why we weren’t with them. Alejandro made the mistake of leaving the gate of the club so when he turned around to get the others, the bouncer wouldn’t let him in either. Luanne was determined to get in so instead we all went and got our stupid IDs and met back up at the club. We got in line, walked in and no one even asked to see them. We danced for a while and it was really fun, but by this point it was late and I was tired so I went home. It was one of the more interesting nights for sure!