The vacation of all vacations.

Yo...London was definitely off the chain. Expensive as hell (can I get a loan) but off the meter! I´m talking so crazy that B´s bank called him on Sunday morning and asked him if he was still in possession of his credit card because there was so much abnormal activity on it! Now how is that for ridiculous.

We went to a place called 10 room the first night where I met me a Bermudan hottie. I guess the London dudes are too shy to holla but the guy from Bermuda and his buddy were really cool. They hung out with us for most of the night. But one of the best things that happened was Julian Marley (one of Bob´s sons) was there and performed for us. It was quite cool and the most randome part was, he was wearing a skully with a Carolina emblem on it. RANDOME. Of course we took pictures. I´ll have to post those when I get back.

The second night we went to Funky Budda which was very ritzy. At first the club was jam packed with a bunch of drunk females but as the night wore on, it diversified. All in all not enough brown people for my liking, but it didnt really matter because I was so drunk by the end of the night I could have danced with Martians. B had us in VIP where you have bottle service only. Since we´d started out the night with Appleton´s rum and coke at the apartment, we kept it going. B ordered a bottle of Absolute Mandarin and Appleton´s. We got to mix our own drinks, which could have been the key to my demise... It was a good drunk though because I remember everything. The photos will be great...

I´m in Barcelona now...eating crackers...and soaking up the loving vibes. Its like everyone here is a couple, kissing, holding hands...just love. So I´m living out my desires vicariously through them. It doesnt look like Barcelona is the party spot during the week. So I´ll be drinking and eating at bars and local places, which is cool too. I went to a Gaudi Park today and to see a famous church he half built. On the way to the church, I got picked up by too old Spaniards and taken for a coke at a little restaurant nearby. Couldn´t understand shit that said except bonita, morena, and guapa (selective understanding...) but it was cool until they started asking me if I could spend the evening with them. At that point, I politely thanked them for my soda and got the hell out of dodge.

Curlers, blowdryer, flatirons...none work here even with my plug converter so I´m head wrapping it. Call me Erykah. I only have 2 that are long enough to wrap properly so they´ll have to go with everything.

Well, let me go find some dinner...maybe crackers.

Ciao.