Location: Madrid, Spain
Imagine what our bank accounts would be like if there were clothing sales at 30-70% off for two two-month periods per year in the States. Yep, that’s Rebajas, national sales for all stores. Summer sales run from July through August, but they start the last week of June for the Community of Madrid. I guess that’s one way to get the stock off the shelf and to stimulate the economy during the crisis (Spanish’s way of recession, less auspicious, huh?).
Jade wanted to go shopping, because she hadn’t gone seriously since she’s been to Madrid. And what perfect timing to accidentally wait until the end of June. We went all over Fuencarral and Gran Via, dropping into small boutiques and larger chain stores like Blanco. Mercado de Fuencarral, a small mall with boutiques and corners of hip hop/alternative clothing, impressed Jade, even though it wasn’t her style. I thought it was okay, but I’ve been to better mini-malls of much cheaper clothing in Mong Kok, HK. The only bad things about Rebajas, are the crazy bitchy shoppers who are trying to get that same size small you are. It seems that a lot of European stores here understock on the X-small/small sizes. Damn it!
Getting ready for that night was quite an adventure when I decided to get the liquor from Melissa’s house (from Kapital night) to bring to Jade’s place. Never thought I’d be running around the city, looking like I was in a hurry to botellon late at night, so that I could make some club’s deadline to get in for free. But there I was. Running around was not so fun when the weather was hot. But pregaming certainly was. And thank god I did run around, because the weather went bat shit crazy after I got into Jade’s apartment by raining cats, dogs, all other animals on Noah’s ark, and beyond (since many other animals were discovered after the story of the ark was written) and thunderstorming like crazy, enough to make Stacey shit her pants. I could hear yelps from people running around on the street from Jade’s fourth floor apartment window. Jade and I bonded over her boyfriend and my Asianness as we drank before heading out to Joy Esclava. It’s funny how universally the same Asian parents are.
Ducking under a landing to avoid the rain that had finally calmed down a bit, Jade and I spotted a large group of IES kids who came from El Tigre. What great timing! Plus we made the deadline to get in for free or two culpas (drinks) for €10. A club made to look like a theatre, Joy opened up in the middle, as if the orchestra seats on the main floor were ripped out and replaced with a large dance floor with the remaining balcony seats on the upper floors overlooking it. The club was quite American, as we heard English spoken everywhere and American music with some Spanish music on the dance floor.
When I got back from the restroom, I found Jade talking in English to a Spanish boy who studied in the U.S. for a bit during college. As they were talking, his tall and cute friend, Julio, with dark curly hair and dark-brown eyes (wingman? Probs…) came up and started talking to me in Spanish, asking about my program and how I was enjoying Madrid so far. The twenty-four-year-old revealed that he studied in New York for two years during college. When I asked which school, I couldn’t understand him at first, thinking that he went to some small little-known liberal arts college, until he kept repeating himself, insistent that I knew the school. Julio was saying Cornell. Ah. So I told him my school. Do most Ivy-leaguers say the state in which one goes to school before saying the school itself? It was weird that I couldn’t understand his “Cornell,” when all his other English words (when he had to explain some Spanish word that I didn’t understand) was accent-free. When Jade and I discussed later, we grew suspicious that both our guys didn’t have any accent when they spoke English. Her boy didn’t speak Spanish to her at all. Were they American students trying to punk us?
My boy suggested that we go dance, but I lost them as I led the way into the crowded dance floor, right after Jade had instructed me not lose her. -.-“ I wished her good luck with the two guys in my head, because they were no where behind me. I ended up finding a group of IES kids and started dancing with them, figuring that it would be easier for Jade to find me in one spot rather than wandering around trying to find her. She finally got to me without the boys, saying that they left to meet up with friends, but that they would find us later (which, didn’t end up happening, of course. Wompwomp.).
But that’s all right, because I had supah fun dancing with the IES kids to the loud American music. A drag schoolteacher, complete with her matronly black pencil skirt and black cat-eyed glasses with its beaded necklace, lead her slutty students onto the stage to lead them in go-go dancing to the music. They even had a cute little routine down for “I Kissed a Girl” by Katy Perry. Upon closer inspection, we discovered that half of the schoolgirls were actually schoolqueens. Hot damn, did they have nice legs! The DJ took more liberty with the music as time went on, jumping from hiphop to slower R&B to 80s to classics, like “At Last,” during which white balloons rained down from the ceiling. It was quite a weird mix. Jade and I decided it was time to find the Buho when the DJ decided to change to house music and stuck to it.
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