June 22, 2008

Today I went out with my roommate named Fernando. We had a reason for going out together but I cannot really remember what it was. Anyway, since neither of us actually wanted to spend any money I drank the Heinekens my friend left in my refridgerator and he drank some of his beer and some of my beer and by the time we left our house (around 11:30 PM probably) we were both drunk. Okay, he probably wasn’t, but I certainly was.
We went to the Shortstop first, but there were too many people and no live DJ, so we left. Then we went to the Goldroom. And it was really, really awesome. There weren’t even that many Mexicans! (please see previous post, as I am being sarcastic, but honest). They fed me peanuts. They had cheap beer, cheap Stella!! All of the waitresses has big breasts. There were neon lights and mirrored walls. I felt like I was back in Madrid for some reason, maybe it was the free food!

At one point the bartender asked me if I wanted some soup and I said “What kind” and she said “Beef” and I said “definitely!” and she brought me out FREE SOUP. It was delicious.

Somehow me and my friend/roommate started talking about really ridiculous stuff and I remember explaining to him why I was not a prostitute. This was a very entertaining conversation (well, explanation really, as he wasn’t talking, I was, for a really long time). When I finished I think he asked me if I have ever been in love. I don’t really know why he connected me have a very complex and in-depth reason for NOT being a prostitute to have much to do with whether or not I have ever been in love. My answer was “yes” and we are still involved in a messy mess (messy for him, clean for my lover, probably). This, somehow, proved his (unknown to me) suspicions and quite possibly made him happy. I don’t know why.