So last week I had been recuperating all week long, due to some kind of virus, but luckily not the swine flu (or GripeA as they call it here in Espana). Needless to say by the time Thursday rolled around I was antsy and dying to get out of the house.
My opportunity for a little bit of fiesta presented it sooner than I expected during my lunch break at school. I was preparing materials in the teachers lounge when my boss Eva asked me “Lisa, you want to get a beer with us?” Following my ambition to never say no when presented with an invitation to do something in Madrid, I said, “Sure. When?” Thinking Eva was going to say after school, she responds, “In five minutes, before we have lunch.” This is one of the reasons I sure do love this town, teachers leaving the elementary school midday to go hoist back a few cervezas, no big deal.
By the time school got out on Thursday I was s excited for the weekend, Monday was some kind of holiday, not sure which one, the important thing, it was a four day weekend and I was going to take Madrid by storm. I didn’t want to get to wild, as I was still on the mend, I was just excited to get out for a while and go out on the town.
By Eleven o’clock I was leaving the house my highest and most uncomfortable heels with a party pack of a few beverages in hand, on the way to have a few drinks with some friends before going out. I promised myself I was only stay out until 1:30, so I could grab the last metro home before it closed. Hey, promises are meant to be broken right, I was so excited to finally be out, I owed it to myself to keep the party going on. Met a ton of nice people from all over different parts of the globe at my friend Honor’s place. After hanging there for a while we decided to catch the last metro train and head to Moma, a swanky discoteca (located at the Gregorio Marianon metro stop) to get our groove on. Luckily it was free entry for Madrid University students with bebida incluida (free drink), and a nice new friend vouched that I attended the university with her.
Moma is your typical discoteca, dark, lots of neon, flashing lights, loud, loud techno music and typical array of gente (people) dressed to the nines, dancing with copas (mixed drinks) in their hands. It is a pretty cool place, nothing life changing, nor a place you HAVE to visit while in Madrid, but if you are looking to dance and have a good time it is not too bad. A copa (which is a mixed drink, pick your type of alcohol and soda) was ten euros a pop, so I choose to abstain after my initial free drink.
Met some nice people there at Moma. Madrid is such an international city, I swear everyone I meet is from some where else. Even met and talked with a very nice gay couple, they later invited me to accompany them home for a threesome, yet I had to decline.
After a few hours at Moma, my high heels seemed like a very poor choice of footwear. It was time to go home. I had a very friendly taxi driver, who told me I was the most beautiful girl he had never seen (rough translation) and that if I gave him the opportunity he would follow be home to America in June. Does it make me shallow that I felt a little less flattered as I paid, exited the cab and realized my choufer was missing his two front teeth? Maybe Santa will be good to him at Christmas this year.
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