Party like a Catalonian

Here is Barcelona, there is a great amount of Catalonian pride. In fact, the other day I had a conversation with a guy named David who didn't consider himself a Spaniard at all. He asked where I was from and I said "the States". Then he said "where in the states?" and I said Chicago. I asked him where he was from and he said, "Catalonia". I jokingly said "ah, another Spaniard" and he corrected me by very strongly stating he was not a Spaniard but a Catalonian. Apparently Catalonian's don't realize they are a state within the nation of Spain. They are not their own nation. Sorry. There is no representative of Catalonia in the United Nations, they don't have their own currency, what they fashion is their own language, Catalonian. Shocking, no? Everyone here is up in arms about the new European Constitution because it won't recognize Catalonian as a language and it will apparently deprive the little state of it's culture. Here's what I have to say to that, if you want your own culture, move to Utah. No one cares what you do if you live in Utah. The people in Utah might have a little concern, but no one else could care less. Progress: 1, Culture: 0.

In other news, tonight I went partying with Ignacio. First stop, La Bottileta, or "the little bottle". So cute. Every drink you order is served from a tiny bottle of whatever alcohol you fancy. Adorable. They even had tiny bottle of Frangelico and Ignacio almost had a heartattack. Although, I thought that for 7 euro a drink they should at least let you keep the little bottles. But no, I'm sure they just refilled them and put them back on the shelf.

We met Ignacio's new love interest and her friends at the bar and when it closed at 3am, we headed over to the real party at the discotek. Let me just start off by saying I was a virgin of the discotek world, and my dancing cherry was just popped. That place was a bit ridiculous. People everywhere dancing dancing dancing. And the party managed to carry on until 6am. I have to admit, It would have been a bit more fun had I known more than one person there and had there not been a language barrier. Actually, I convinced one girl that I was from Barcelona but I spoke English fluently because my parents thought it was very important.

Actually, it's funny because I'm trying to think about what else happened that night and I honestly can't remember too much. I know I didn't drink that much, maybe it's just because I'm writing this so long after the fact. More will come eventually I'm sure. If not, there will always be other stories.