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Published: April 6th 2007
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Procession
Some of the gloomy old women, were actually hot young women Semana Santa in Alicante. It all started with a simple walk to a friend’s house to finish a school project when I saw the Processions walking down the streets. Not very many people were watching, but then again I was higher up on the streets and not near La Rambla. Obviously school was not necessary and drinking was, so I missed school on Wednesday. Tuesday night Sam, Chris, and I watched a couple Processions go through the barrio. Each one had bands, sad looking older women with candles, Nazarenos (large pointed hat guys), and of course the paso (float). The Processions move very slowly through the streets and take breaks every five or ten minutes, because they are carrying the Paso on their shoulders. I felt bad for the taller guys that had to carry them. Nevertheless it was guacamole night, AKA free guac and these Processions were the only thing between guac and our mouths. So, we quickly went to another bar, where we had free drinks waiting for us. They looked closed, but they opened the doors, turned on the music, and gave us free shots, twice. We had one other beer then made our way back to
Paso
This is our main church in Alicante Austin’s. Luckily since we know the entire Austin’s bar staff, we were able to get a seat inside and scarf down some guac with about four or five pitchers to wash it down.
“Podemos mas guac por favor”
“no mas”
“vale, hasta luego”
So we grabbed some “bassos” on the way out and walked over to Mulligan’s for beer pong night. We were only going to stay for a minute, but we got distracted by being so good at beer pong and a couple chicas. Team “Bader” won there first game against some unworthy dudes. Waiting for our next turn, we took that walk to a couple girls we had our eye on. Both German, both hot, curly hair for me, red head for Sam and of course both only 18 going on 19 soon (wasn’t aware of that until the night was nearly over). The second game Sam forgot to play, so I had to make all six cups and prove the lovely ladies on the other side of the table this was our table. Obviously the Germans didn’t go far, since Sam and I are studs. So, Sam and Julia made an attempt to dance (German’s do not
Nazarenos
These uniforms not what the typical american thinks. Nazarenos are basically the church members dance well, nor does Sam), while I took the easy route at a table with Margarita. After a while it grew tiresome, or the bar was closing. Julia split into the other direction, Sam no recalling this event, while Margarita, Sam, the mother hen, and I walked home. They actually lived right next door to me, but the mother hen didn’t want anything to do with the situation and took her girl home quickly at 6am.
Night one was over, but day two had begun, so Sam and I ate some Telepizza, took separate naps, and began our trek to the barrio. This time we stopped by to get Joye and Ludovicka’s with her friends. After a beer and a mojito, we ventured to “The Cure”. This bar was great, they played all old school punk and the beers were cheap. Some how we always end up in Austin’s, eating peanuts and drinking pitchers, but Sanchez was calling me telling me Z German’s were looking for us. Sam didn’t want to go because he has a girlfriend and was tempted by this girl, but I made him. Naturally they were both there and looking excellent once again, but they
Beer Pong
Lindsey taking her first shot of the night in action were both tired and didn’t really want to stay out late. So, we went to Swing. Swing sucks; any place that sells four euro beers and lets you in about half the time for free is not on the top of my list. So, leaving Swing was easy, but once again it was 6am and I was not in bed.
Once again Semana Santa was in the streets, but today is now Maudry Thursday. Maudry Thursday celebrates the last super, washing of the people’s feet, and of course the arrest of Jesus Christ. The party is now a lot bigger and getting to Lizaron for a delicious tapas dinner was slightly more difficult. The tapas bar was packed like usual, but our toothpicks still piled up. Sam and I stopped by O’hara’s for a beer since we had to waste a good hour waiting for Sanchez and Joye to go celebrate Lindsey’s birthday. On the walk back I gave one last attempt to find my German chica, but with not luck. Sanchez, Joye, Chris, Hernando, Adriana, Dave, Brittany, Sam, and I surprised Lindsey by randomly showing up at her place with a flaming cake and a loud happy birthday!!
Ignore her innocents
She was a pro... she probably practices at home, first time, whatever After a bite of cake we placed a bed frame on top of some chairs and played beer pong, which eventually turned into a large game of mushroom, and ended with Joye, the very inexperienced beer ponger dominating the table. 3:30am barrio, well Sam and I took off because everyone else is slow. We had intensions of Germans, but without luck we got a pint at Mulligan’s and bet on how long it would take for them to get there.
“Over under 17minutes”
“Over”
“20 minutes?”
“Over”
21 minutes later they came strolling in, I am good. Since it was a birthday we pounded some birthday shots, then the bar closed. Swing, didn’t work because they wanted us to pay… So, we all left a little drunk, and pissed off at the door guys that think they are better then the rest of the world. 6am again, oh well!! All I know is the last three nights were all good times, plus it is officially spring break and by Saturday at 7pm I will be making the journey to Italia and then to Greece for twelve days!!!
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