Bar Crawl Version 2
As steve so kindly gave me the option to offer my alternative view on the events of the evening, i accepted this chance to conceal some of the flaws uncovered by steve.
We were all up for having a meal, and this was in no way instigated by me. I must admit that paella and sangria did sound more attractive than a drunken pub crawl that was bound to be full of sweat and testosterone. I accepted the scousers offer and set myself up for a big loud night on the town.
Steves account of the drinking was pretty accurate, and there was severe lack of women there, which bothered steve grealty as his chances of getting lucky were reduced more than he had hoped. I was quite glad there were fewer women than men, means it wasnt difficult to resist the temptation of grabbing some bottoms and eyeing girls up. Instead I spent the evening making noise and singing with a few other english blokes.
We met a couple of prime penises on the way. A bloke from Finland who looked 15 and was wearing an england hat pretending to be a vandal, which in his mind made him british. We also got 2 Spanish fags stealing 2 euros from graham. As soon as we revealed some british agression they fled. We then later saw them dancing with each other in the club, and taking in mind they were over 40, we felt very sorry for the sad cocks and let them be.
After 2 years of my friendship with steven being marred by his constant desire to go “clubbing”, we finally got there. It wasnt your average club, it was upmarket Barcelona club, so even someone like myself who isnt a huge clubbing fan thought it would be a laugh.
Contrary to many peoples expectations, Graham, Max and myself had a pretty amazing time, generally making fools out of ourselves on the podium and dancing like girls. I was trying hard to dance as normally as possible, but it didnt really work I was told! Steve on the other hand, who was so enthusiastic about cool cool clubbing, never stepped on the podium, and rarely moved more than a couple of inches. He seemed to be trying to grab a girl that mike had already bagged. You must humour poor stevie, he tries so hard to impress, we musnt put him down.
After the pub crawl had ended we took a 40 minute stroll up Rambla to our hostel, it seemed like 10 minutes, but we felt it in our calves the next morning I tell you.
Tonight we shall be having a quiet night, and not wholly on my recommendation. Were going to try and spend as little as possible in the snooker bar, not easy when a glass of beer is 5 euros!
