Sooooo this was my first Halloween ever abroad. It was definitely a memorable evening. I already did a small post on my improv team's website about the occassion: chineseballroom.blogspot.com
Anywho, for about two weeks I was trying to decide on a costume that was comfortable, warm, creative, and of no cost to me. I had it narrowed down to a hippie or Sandy from Grease. However, I'm not sure if Sandy would have been recognizable, and living in San Francisco for 6 years, it just feels weird dressing up as a hippie. So, at the last minute I decided to go as a dead fish. You may say, "How could anyone recognize a dead fish?". And you would be right, I'm pretty sure no one guessed my costume. But my was homemade. Thanks SEK-Catalunya for the 'free' crepe paper!
After my fingers were worked to the bone from stapling, pinning, coloring, and glueing, I hoped into my costume and onto the train.
The girls and I decided that since it was Halloween we should have a 'proper night out'. I say 'I' in that sentence loosely. Since, ya know, these girls are British and know how to drink like the best of them, a night out means getting back home at 8am. And that's exactly what we did.
We hopped on the 8:20pm train and headed over to our friends hotel room that she and her boyfriend had booked for the weekend. Two hours later we were in the midst of make-up and drinks (including a bit of Absinthe and champagne!). After everyone was in their costumes, we decided to wait a bit before heading to the club. I decided this would be the best opportunity to teach the gang some improv and away they went! They were so funny and entertaining that we ended up leaving for the club at 12:30am.
To my surprise, we did not see another person in costumes on our 15 minute walk to the club. Spanish teenagers were pointing in amazement/fright at my friend's skeleton costume. Old couples and young alike stared in confusion as they had their late dinners and espresso. It was pretty funny to be so obviously foreign. Once near the club we came into contact with many more costumed folk, though I think they were all British and American. I even saw a guy in an SF Giants jersey that goes to UC Davis. Ha!
We danced the night away for about 3 hours, and after a short walk on the beach, we headed back to the hotel. Then was the fun of getting back home. The first train to head home was at 6:20am, and believe me, we struggled to stay awake. After an hour on the train, and a half hour walk home, I collapsed into my bed, smiling from ear to ear at the success of yet another night out in Barcelona.
Smiles!
Meg
No comments:
Post a Comment