Days Five and Six!

Where to begin? Let me see... I have been going through internet deprivation, which in my case it's worst than chocolate, or paella deprivation! I have been irritable, and irritating... something like: the bitch is back! Lol

Anyways, day five started just fine... but ended with a bang! I was invited to this very exclusive VIP club in Barcelona, and of course, couldn't say no to it! But first, the friend who invited me prepared dinner for me and another friend of his: Goulash! And two bottles on the side... one of wine, another of Cava! And everybody knows how much I “hate” Cava.... hahahaha

I didn't realize how much I had to drink until it was too late... about 4 hours later, to be exact! When the shoots and my first Cosmo in “real” Spain kicked me in the face! Remember how I told you booze was gonna be a problem??? Well, it was! Cava makes me do the weirdest things ever! Not to mention I can't really say no to it... And the rest didn't help at all!

So, one goulash, and many drinks later I was, “apparently”, giving some kind of spectacle in a very respectable place! lol Got rejected once... no biggie! There are too many fish in the sea to worry just for one peacock! And, I'm not eating that kind of meat anyways...

Lesson number 6: Rejection is a good thing. It makes you realize you still have work to do, and that revenge is sweeter still... Embrace it! But don't let it deter you!

Although, the peacock had a very tender sibling... and that meat was not so bad, after all! I only remember bits and pieces of that night, but a few minutes ago, I recollected telling the peacock's sibling something around the “you are not my type” thingy... But, when I went on with my hunt, I discovered the only ones worth the effort were, in fact, GAY! So type, or no type, the sibling got the pleasure of my company! And needless to say... it is a very pleasurable pleasure! LOL

Lesson number 7: Young tender meat... not bad for your diet! Specially if you're gonna skip gym for a trip to Barcelona!

At five in the morning I was starting to feel the toll of the night in my stomach! I didn't know if I wanted to throw up, or just die! Instead I took a sleeping pill and went to bed.


DAY SIX:

Since I have been having troubles with my internet connection... some not so weird thing here in Spain! I am, now, trying to summarize the past two days in one entry.

I got up around noon, and my stomach was feeling even worst! At this point, it was entirely academic trying to induce vomit... nothing inside! I would have had my usual remedy for such occasions, but my host didn't have the ingredients handy, nor that I cared for coking. But if you must know: Fried eggs, lots of bacon, and French fries! So, I had half of a kebab... Diet breaker? Totally! Nevertheless, I had to get going back to my little town in Costa Brava, and needed to make it somehow... then, the kebab, was totally justified! What wasn't justified at all was the late intake of my usual remedy for hangover... Just a few minutes ago, and around 10 pm. But I am feeling better already! Fatty things always calm down your severely alcohol abused stomach!

Ok, ok, ok! I know, I completely lost my north today. But it was for a very good reason! I couldn't let the opportunity pass me by! I wouldn't have forgiven myself if I did! Now I am back at home, and back from work (which was absolute hell for me today... under present conditions, I mean. LOL) Ready to hit the bed, and ready to embrace my program in the morning, when all what happened in the last day and a half would, hopefully, be forgotten!

Lesson number 8: Never let a minor bump in the road, make you altogether stray into dark and tempting alleys!