It gets harder to wake up each morning and go to class. It's my own fault, but the night before has always been worth it so far. Let's start with Tuesday night. That was a good night.
So my initial plan for Tuesday night was to go see a show, "Cómeme el Coco, Negro". Check out the link on the right titled "La Cubana" for more info about it. It was a free show on Tuesday, but this bright guy completely forgot about even getting the free tickets until about 7:45 or so (the show started at 9:30). I frantically tried to gather the few people who understand spanish well enough to enjoy the show, but everyone was going to a bar on the beach for free food. Crap. Well I decided to go anyway, so I throw on my Cubavera, grab one of my new cigars, and get going. I get there and find that the box office closes an hour before show time, and like a good Cuban, I was late for that. Coño. At least I have a cigar, and I'm not too far away. I smoked it on my way back, and quite enjoyed it, I have to say. When I got back, I met up with the girls downstairs and walked with them to this bar, Shoko, for the free food.
We struck GOLD. Not only was there free tapas along the lines of kabobs and sushi, but there was free wine, certain mixed drinks, and Heinekens! Keep in mind that this is right on the beach next to the Olympic Port, so this is a pretty sweet place. It only lasted for about two hours, so ravaged the goods as best we could while it lasted. When the handouts were over, any open space, of which there was plenty, became a dance floor, and we started dancing the night away. I had to call it around 2 AM, b/c of the very class I'm currently ignoring, but it was a fun night.
Now last night was a winner. After a couple of hours on the beach, we went looking for a bar to watch the Champion's League Final. At first we were looking for and English or Irish Pub (because there are a few), but we figured they'd be packed so we just wandered a little. We wound up at this small bar called Groucho (as in Groucho Marx) and watched the game there. The cool part about the bar was that it had regular seating upstairs with a TV easily visible over a balcony. We had a good time there, but here's what makes the night a winner: 1 Euro shots! We took advantage of a couple of those after the exciting game before leaving. This is when my friends decide they want to go to Marsella, a bar that serves some serious absinthe. Looks like it's time to try it.
For those of you who haven't had the opportunity, absinthe is a damn strong alcohol, which used to have hallucinogens. On top of that, this particular bar is apparently where Picasso and
Hemingway came to get "inspired". To drink the absinthe, you place the sugar cubes on the balanced fork, like the picture shows, and pour water over the sugar to dissolve it into the drink, as well as dilute the drink to a point where you can handle it. The more you pour in, the easier it is to drink. I didn't pour in a whole lot, and dived in.That crap is strong, but good. It tasted like licorice, which most of the others didn't seem to enjoy, but Michael were pretty pleased. Despite the alcohol content, I never really wound up feeling any buzzing. Worth a repeat experience for a special occasion.
So I have a map of all this stuff, and I'm gonna post it soon, possibly before you even read this. We'll see. It's time to get back into class now, so I'll leave you in agonizing anticipation of my next post!
-Gaby
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