The fiesta was out of this world. Thousands of people lining the beach, amazingly corny Spanish performers (comparable to the Wiggles), cheap alcohol, a giant bonfire and naked people jumping into the ocean. Puts any party at U of O to shame.
The prefunk was sweet. Marco and my room has become the bar. Everyone just comes over with their 5ths or wine and seems to leave their stuff there. Although our counter is lined with random, unclaimed bottles, we don’t seem to mind. We just work around them.
We made our way to the beach at 11:30ish. Stopped for a few tapas (appetizers) and bebidas (drinks) along the way. Got to the beach just in time to see this amazing band performing. They were a mix between the Wiggles and Red Hot Chili Peppers. You’re thinking I’m full of shit, but seriously, if you were there, and you had a few in you, you’d be loving this shit too. He had us dancing around, doing semi-perverted elephant walk conga lines, dancing like monkeys, waving our arms and even doing pelvic thrusts. The Gypsy kids loved the pelvic thrusts…
Best part of all was that we ran into the Gypsy version of Cory Matthews. I shit you not, the kid looked just like him. He had no rhythm, but our friend Ashley insisted on dancing up on him. It was probably one of the funniest things I’ve seen in a long time. The kid couldn’t have been more than 16/17, but he probably had no idea what masturbation was, and it showed. When Ashley rubbed up on him, he bolted. Maybe he was running away from the trashed American, or maybe he was worried she would steal his tears.
Next, it was Joe Joe Bear’s turn to be the drunk ass and run into the water nearly naked. He kept his boxers on, but made sure to take them off and wave them around once he submerged his twins in the cold, cold water.
We ended up hanging out at the beach for 3 or 4 hours. We made friends with Marines, Army and some ambiguously gay Spanish dudes. Some people think butt darts is trouble, but these guys were pretty chill and showed us some cool soccer tricks… (that’s not some codeword.)
We ended off the night at our favorite bar in town, O’Grady’s: the only Irish Bar owned by an Irishmen within 100 miles. It’s a sweet little place, and the bartended, Pat, is the man. at 4:30 a couple of us decided to call it quits and head back to base (a brisk 20 minute walk we’ve made many times.)
All in all, we had a good night… a good prefunk, Spanish Wiggles, ambiguously gay Spanish Soccer stars and Gypsies everywhere.
El Mundo del Cappytan 