And then i thought about what Friday means in Barca. I know i'd have been contact with the girls all day, probably went to the beach for some beers and to hang out withe everyone. Went home and ate. Saw myself attempting to cook in my cute little kitchen, with my cute roommates, and then taking a siesta in preparation for the insanity of hte night/upcomign weekend. Run to the store down the street and buy whiskey and chasers, take out the recycling. Siesta, start getting ready talk to everyone on facebook and see what we were all doing /wearing. Then begin the ever long metro ride to the middle of the city by myself, rocking my ipod on my way to meet everyone at who-evers flat for the night. Then decide through our few choice places, and it being Friday it meant they would all be good, basically guaranteed to have a good time. That's what i really miss, everything was always a good time. Then we'd decide drugs or no drugs, start drinking and wait around for stragglers and whoever's house we met at to finish getting ready/to arrive. And just knowing you had 3 nights of this ahead of you, happily. with all the same people.

I guess I can't really explain it. clearly.

but i really do miss it.

& I found this on facebook this morning, pretty much summed up everything I was feeling. "Y luego de una semana ca�tica y complicada, llega el s�bado. Este d�a tan maravillosamente inventado para que no quede ni un alma triste en el mundo, sobre todo si ese mundo es en Barcelona!"