I'm 900 years old.

mi companero de cuarto, molly, y yo

Soo, a big group of us finally decided to get a taste of Madrid's discothèques (yes, they're really called that). We started the night out at a small tapas bar, which was actually way too small, and we bombarded it in classic American tourist style. We laughed too loud, pushed tables together, and took pics with the waiter and our pretty sangrias. After about two hours at the tapas bar, we decided to head to this monster club we heard about, little did we know the wonders of Madrid's night life. As you walk down any large street, there are people with flyers and card for different discothèques and bars. We decided try out a bar first, since the idea of a discothèques still freaked me out, where we were immediatly given free shots and singled out as stupid American girls.

Sadly, along with my first night out, I also experienced my first embarrasement with the Spanish language. So I was talking to this guy named Juan who was finishing his last year in med school (yah, promising, right?), and he asked how old I was...I'm really not good with Spanish yet, especially on the spot, so meaning to save diecinueve (which is 19) I blurted out "novecientos," which sadly means 900. You would think that would be the worst of my issues for the night but noooooo. He just sort of looked at me and I suddenly realized what I said, so trying to escape from my embarrasing situation I quickly said, "escucha me," while I squeezed past him. "Escucha me" doesn't me excuse me. It means "listen to me." So first I declared I was 900 then ran away while saying "listen to me." I'm off to a good start.

I was extremely relieved when we left and headed to a discothèque called "Mondance," mahahaha. It was awesome. There weren't many locals, but students from Russia, Italy, U.S., France, and who knows where else. I danced the night away to Destiny's Child, 50 cent, and a nice medly from the musical, "Grease." We naturally had grease lighting down better then everyone else.

There's also street performer's here that dress up as glittery llamas and click this creepy wooden llama mouth at you. I'm not sure how I feel about them yet.

Oh, and I went to a huge monastery call El Escorial (saw a bunch of dead king tombs, it was cool), el Palacio Real (which had 2,000 rooms, but sadly I only saw 1%), and the enormous art museum, El Prado.

ése es todo.

mrt.