San .....oh no watch out!

In the past three years that I have been coming to Spain I have yet to celebrate San Joan, well this year was the exception. Nicola and I had safely arrived in Barcelona the day before and traveled to Sitges which is where Rachael lives. Sitges was going to have fireworks at the plaza, pronounced platha, for those of you who have never been here. We of course came prepared for a night of drinking because well thats just what u do. We went to the store and got wait for it wait for it, sangria in a box. Yes, folks it does exist and it´s delicious. It´s smaller than the boxes of wine in the states but big enough to help you have a good night. The only thing missing is a large straw, think large alcoholic juice box. We headed to the plaza with some of Rachaels friends and a box of sangria for us each.

The night´s festivities were to begin with a fireworks display. Now I´m all for a good fireworks display but this wasnt just a display it was like being in a war complete with shrapnel, smoke and burning ash floating down from the sky. It was crazy. Rachael´s friend actually got hit with some shrapnel and I was on the lookout for any burning ash looking for a place to land. The fireworks were cool looking but by the time it was over, we were all a bit tired of being ready to duck and cover.

After the war was over we decided to head to a local gay bar, which by the way Sitges is super gay, literally. The bar was super packed and the bartender was so cute. It was so sad. I mean here´s this super hot guy who I could dance around naked in front of and he wouldnt so much as flinch. I spent most of the night trying to devise ways to turn him straight. I never came up with a really good plan and it´s prob better because we hung out with him at the beach the next day and that could´ve been awkward.

One day I might get the hang of this

So on Wed. I boarded a plane and left for Ireland. Well for some reason I can't travel anywhere without some kind of ridiculousness happening. The flight was from Houston to London and took 9 hours, nothing really exciting happened except for the part where I thought we were gonna die. We hit alot of turbulence and all I could think of was the Air France flight, obviously we survived it. We get to London and I have to make my way through the airport so I can get on my plane to Ireland.
First I had to go through customs and through security again, which I dont get because I never left the airport. So I hand the lady my landing card and passport and then the grand inquisition begins. Now I do the same thing every summer but I have never been interrogated to this extent. She asked me the most random questions after asking where I was going then she asked me my friend in Irelands name and how I met him and where he lived and if he had a job and where was his job. Then she proceeded to scold me because I didnt have a copy of my itinerary that showed when I would be returning to the states. Reluctantly she let me through. Then I had to go stand in this other really long line. After a while I realized that I was gonna miss my flight to Ireland. So I went to the front and told the one person working this. Well she informed me that my flight had already closed and I would have to fly standby. She told me to go to gate 86 and talk to them. Well with her accent I heard gate 6, luckily the lady was really nice at gate 6 and sent me on my merry way. Once I got to the gates that were in the 80s I randomly walked past one and the man asked for passenger Todd, I was so excited I was practically yelling, "thats me". I boarded the plane and of course I was the last one.
Once we got to Dublin I really had to go to the bathroom so I went and all of the sudden I have a bloody nose. So I stay in the stall until it stops bleeding. Once I leave i keep sniffing and wiping at my nose so Im sure everyone was thinking I had just snorted some coke in the stall.
Next task was to get the bus to Belfast. Somehow I managed this without incident. Once I got off the bus though that was a different story. I had arrived at the city center and I was supposed to be at a hotel, well I didnt know where it was and by this point I hadnt slept in 24hours so I figured Id just call Richard and let him know. Well then I couldnt get his phone number to work, I tried all kinds of combinations, it just plain didnt work so I tried sending a text. After that all I could do was wait and hope Richard found me. Which amazingly he did, so I have to assume that he realized what an incompetent traveler I am, but then again he has heard about my adventures to Spain before.

Summer's Here!

For those of you who live in Texas you are well aware that summer has arrived. I think we all knew it about a month ago. For those of you who live in cooler places, you might still be waiting. School is also out which also marks the beginning of my summer. School has actually been out for a couple weeks now but I'm a lazy blogger, so I now will attempt to fill u in on all the exciting adventures in between.

The night of the last day of school I flew to San Diego. My Dad was out there visiting my brother and me coming was supposed to be a suprise but apparently my brother got drunk and told my dad. Lesson: don't trust drunks.

We had a suprise party for my Dad on Saturday and it really was a suprise, apparently my brother can keep some secrets when he's drunk. It was super fun and my Dad was totally suprised so that was really cool. After the party we went out in downtown San Diego. The bar that we went to seemed like it was a cool place but I couldnt confirm that because as soon as we got there I threw up in my hand. I know gross. So my Dad and I got a cab back to my bro's place, my Dad felt the need to inform the cab driver that I had just thrown up. I, however, didnt think this needed to be shared. When we got back to my bro's my Dad let a random cat into the house. Now I know my Dad was drunk because he doesnt like cats. So I had to get the cat out by luring it out the door with a hot dog. My Dad was not happy about this and informed me that the cat was his friend, again proof that he was a lil intoxicated.

The rest of the time in San Diego was pretty normal. I got to hang out with my BFF Josh and we had alot of bff fun moments.

Since returning home, I have been to a Chuck E Cheese bday party, had Rachel (Carmela's 4 yr old daughter) spend the night, decided that being a parent is crazy hard, taken naps, visited summer school, gone to College Station for Ninfaritas, gone to a dance recital and tonight we are grilling steaks.

Tomorrow I leave for Ireland, thus marking the true beginning of my crazy summer. Stay tuned throughout the summer for crazy stories about Europe.