Alcoholic Ears

Warning: This is basically my complaining post

Barcelona bar crawling was always interesting the two times we went. I quite enjoyed the first night, hanging out with some new peoples. There was a Vincent from Canada who was hilarious and nice. Lots of Australians seem to travel in Spain, someone told me lots of Australians are always in Spain and Europe so I'm not making that up. I chatted with a few nice Aussies and a few nice French guys too.
So the first night was Tapas night, I probably already said something about that but my group started the night out with drinking there. We had a nice chat with some siblings from Madrid who were on holiday. The lady was actually a social worker in Madrid. They taught us some Spanish words that were fun to say and we taught them some English words. We taught them what Shady was, which was hilarious watching one of the guys explain it. His Spanish gets better as he drinks let me tell you. Shots were done and wine was drunk, not by me since I don't drink, but then it was time for the bar crawl aspect! At the first bar I met a girl named Ray, who was awesome, from South Korea I believe she said. We also chatted with the French guys a lot at the first bar. Then we went onto the club where things got slightly hectic. One of the girls in our groups started making out with one of the Aussies and Timothy was busting the moves, in his bee costume for Carnaval. Vincent told us the club was rather sucky and after awhile we all decided to leave, especially since Ray was falling asleep in the club. She literally was sleeping on a bench for awhile before we decided to leave.
Finding our way back to the hostel was interesting since Gerald, the Argentinian  wanted to take the metro and we just wanted to get there as fast as possible. Mind you the metro would have been fast, but we are also cheap. With the help of Steph, Vincent, and Timothy's phone, Sober Mildred was put in charge of getting everyone back to the hostel. It wasn't that hard to do either since Vincent knew what road we needed to walk up and Timothy's phone just disagreed with him completely. Sober Mildred trusted NotSoSober Vincent and disregarded the phone's directions (though she did make sure that it didn't matter which road they went up first, and since the road Vincent wanted and the road Timothy wanted were parallel to each other it didn't matter). Then we all sat in the kitchen of the hostel for an hour or so to chat, which was fun as well. (Okay they were working on sobering up but same thing).
So the second night wasn't as great. Our friends we made the first night weren't really interested in going out the second night. Some of them had to wake up early to head out the next day and they weren't willing to not sleep. The Aussies didn't go out that night and neither did the French guys. We met a different French guy, a guy from California, and two Ireland girls on the second night. I had a nice chat with the French guy at the bar we went to but he was definitely a partier. At the club, I was not having a good time at all. It was a richy club and we had said we were only going to be there for a little bit but of course by then everyone had drank too much and wanted to stay longer. I just sat on a comfy bench thing while they all danced out on the dance floor. By this time my ears were starting to bother me, probably because it was super loud in the clubs and bars plus my allergies probably weren't happy with the hostel. I could feel pain whenever someone talked to me at the club because they had to yell into my ear and man did that hurt. The second night we went home before Vincent wanted to and we relied on NotSoSoberSteph and Sober Mildred who was in an extremely bad mood. Some of the people in our group had drunk too much, okay all of them except Steph, and they were talking too loud and singing. One of them was sick and had decided it was a good idea to make out with someone on the dance floor while they were sick. All of it was just adding to Sober Mildred's bad mood so she went straight upstairs when she got back to the hostel.
On the third night, Sober Mildred was still in a not so great mood. It was not a good night. Sangria night at the hostel meant everyone paid 3 Euros or something for all they could drink Sangria. One of our group claimed she was being the mom, and was encouraging everyone to keep drinking long after they should have stopped. The third night didn't start out bad since I was talking to the French guys at first but then the drunks of my group interrupted the conversation and it just went downhill from there. The French guys were hilarious because they were purposefully speaking in English and busting out laughing because it was so funny to them that they were doing it. I quite enjoyed their antics since I got to understand the conversation and it was hilarious that they found the language they were speaking in hilarious. I mean, they were speaking to each other so why wouldn't it be funny right? Who speaks a different language to someone that speaks your native language? So one of the drunks drank from an Aussie's shoe, which was ridiculous. The mom made out with another guy when she was still slightly sick. And basically I was just done with them all so I left. Steph and I went to the bus station to head to the airport without them and let the drunks make their own way there because we couldn't handle their drunk attitudes anymore. After Steph and I left, someone's phone went in the toilet and someone's phone either got stolen or was lost. So we almost made it out of Barcelona without having any incidents and then two phones became victims.


On the plane, I slept about the whole way until the last 30 minutes or so of the flight. Then by that time I needed to get the fuck off the plane. My ear was ready to implode let me tell you, better known as perforate but you know. By the time we made it to the ground, I was in excruciating pain and couldn't hear out of my hell ear (right ear). It took about a week for my ear to recover from the plane ride and loud noises and allergies. I could have perforated without realizing it on the plane, but I have no clue. I thought I was going to get an ear infection, was pregaming one for a week after all, but it never became a full blown ear infection, thank god cause then I really would have perforated. Also pregaming is pretty painful without an ear infection. So yeah my ears are a piece of shit and I'm slightly terrified of flying again now.