So it’s been a week.  This is what I’m thinking.

No one tips here.  I do, and I will continue to do so.  Maybe it will help me make friends.  If I have to buy my way in to begin with, so be it.

The city is so fuckin clean.  Never any garbage on the streets.  One big key is they have little cigarette disposals attached to the garbage pails.  Brilliant.  No clue why this doesn’t exist in NY.  Let’s fuckin go here(there) Bloomberg.  Someone get on the case and check the patent office.  I’m in for half.

The sun is out until 9pmish.  The beach is crowded until 8pm.  Unreal.

Thanks to adam for setting up this blog.  Chinga usted.

Here’s my new best friend.

Now that I’m here, there’s been a ton of chatter about your visits.  Been curious ever since I made this decision who would actually make it.  A  lot of you are talking big games, looking at flights and picking dates.  Do people wanna overlap?  Do I want more than 1 guest at a time?  Well if it’s you and you, then of course, but can’t say that for sure about you and you.  Maybe we should add a Chinga Usted calendar to the blog, and people fill in the dates as flights are booked so everyone else knows when to, or when not to, come visit.  Get on that Ad.

Lot of nakedness on the beach. A lot. Not just topless either. Saw a handful of women who were, well…un-european so to speak(ie bald). Men also. Saw a lot of cock this week. Even one dude with a hat, a shirt, but no pants. How long until I’m doing that(again)? Maybe we should add a Chinga Usted poll to the blog, with different random questions where you can all give your opinions. Get on that Ad.

The alcohol options are pretty weak. Haven’t seen a Patron bottle. The bourbon quality is pretty slim too. Aside from wine, I’ve been going with Jack or Jim Beam, con hielo. Whatever.

Got one random shout about my Wu tattoo so far. Some spanish guys on Las Ramblas, as I was about 10ft past them, shouted, ‘Wu-tang’. I, of course, put my W up.

The World Cup was sick, obviously. I have some video footage that I’ll post here soon that will do a better job of telling the story than I.

For those of you with bbm, start using the cheller ESP one regularly, but don’t erase the old one. Right now I’m the dick walking around with 2 blackberrys. I wanna be the dick walking around with 1.

Got 3 phone #s while out last night at a club. All guys. Andre, Pedro, and Kunta. No, none of them were on the beach with their penis out(you perverts). One of the NY girls I was out with last night had hooked up with some dude the night before. He and his friend came to meet us. His friend was from Portugal, living in Barcelona for the past 10 months. Andre. Around 2am most of the crew wanted to go home. Andre didn’t. So I went to a club with him(i feel like i may have a lot of ‘yes man’ moments Jim Carrey style while I’m here). While at said club, in the hip-hop room nonetheless, the DJ(more on him in a minute) played ‘Feels So Good’ by Mase ft Puffy. You all know it. ‘Bad bad bad bad boy, you make me feel so good, ya know you make me feel so good, ya know you make me feel so good’. I know every word, obviously, cause that’s what I do. Another guy happens to know almost every word too, and we’re both rapping the lyrics out loud, feeling it. Game respects game, so we meet. Pedro. He grew up on the LES and then moved to Staten Island(clearly my Wu tat started us off in the right direction) and has been living in Barcelona for 6 years. The DJ keeps dropping bombs, and I’m happy. Happy enough that I decide to go meet him. Kunta. I tell him my quick story and we do a shot of tequila, on him.

That’s it for now. Want to be asleep before the sun comes up for once.

Adios bitches.

Chinga Usted.