Best Night Ever II

Well, I may have spoken too soon.

Tonight after my solo set, I set off down La Rambala in Barcelona to meet my friend Michelle from Cincinnati at our prearranged meeting spot. With her was her friend April. After we went to dinner, we ended up at an Absynth bar with some of the crew. The owner, a tall potato sack of a man, who obviously didn't believe in air conditioning even in 80 degree weather, would occasionally shout at the customers things like "don't move the fucking furniture" after I tried to push two small tables together. Since it was unbearably hot, Michelle, April and I decided to get a head start to the next spot.

As we had been instructed, we got in a cab and asked to be taken to Porto Olympico (of 1992 olympics fame). Porto Olympico is a marina at which there is a strip of about 12 clubs, each one with loud music, roomfulls of people dancing, and a guy outside trying to tempt you (and in some cases, physically DRAG you) into their club with an offer for a free drink, 2-for-1, etc. At the second or third place we went to, it was time for another drink and it was my time to buy a round. Based on what I paid for 3 drinks, I'm fairly certain that these drinks were made from a combination of gold and truffle oil strained through a diamond-encrusted mixer. Regardless, it was 2 am in the former Olympic village in Barcelona and I was out clubbing.

We finally reunited with my friends and Michelle and April, who had to catch a flight the next afternoon, decided to call it a night. After some more hanging out, it was about 4:30am and time to head to the beach. By 5, we were all skinny dipping in the amazingly clear, yet salty Mediterranean Sea. And there on the beach we stayed until sunrise at which time a perfect yellow sun appeared off in the horizon over the sea, with Barcelona to our backs, waking up to a new day.

I've been to the pyramids, and now I've been swimming in the mediterranean sea in Barcelona at sunrise.