lockouts, fajitas, drugs, and chocolate

If Emmy were a video game character, she would not be a rogue. Rogues, unlike Emmy can pick locks. Ok, so in all honesty I wouldnt be a rogue either. Here's the story:

2PM - Naturally, I had just woken up. Then I got a call from Emmy informing me that she had locked herself out of her piso and couldnt get back in because one of her piso mates was in Cadiz and the other was working and the location of her job was not known. So, we went over to her piso and waited outside until someone went into the building becuase there was a "backdoor" to the piso we thought we could enter through. No one came to open the doors but we did get accosted by a homeless man who told us about how much he hated Granada. Eventually we just buzzed a random floor and asked the woman who answered to open the door. So the "backdoor" turned out to be closed off with metal bars which is good for the security of Emmys piso but bad for us since we couldnt get in. Then Emmy started texting piso mates to ask to borrow keys (probably a good idea to have done in the first place, but whatever you get more entertainment this way) and it took the piso mates a long time to respond so we tried other ways of opening the door. We tried ringing the doorbell, using MY keys in HER door, and we even resorted to attempting to pick the lock with a bobbypin. We couldnt get the door open but we did get the pin stuck in the door so even the right set of keys wouldnt be able to open that door. All turned out well since Leila responded and it turns out she works about 1 block away from the piso so borrowing her keys was easy.

Then Emmy fixed fajitas which were amazing and we played cards, listened to music and laughed at ourselves until we went out later that night. We went over to Ali's and then out to Kapital. Now, we had never been to Kapital but it was recommended by Ali's piso mate. Personally, I wasnt a huge fan especially since there were more drugged out people in that club than in Porter meadow on 420. Well, I exaggerate but there were tweakers there for sure. One almost burned Lauras hair with his cigarette and other ones stroked Ali's friends back when she walked by to go to the bathroom. It was creepy. They also played a little too much reggaeton for my taste. Vogue still reigns supreme as my favorite afterhours club in Granada.

Now as I write this blog not much has happened other than the rearranging of my room. I am trying to read these anthropology articles for class but they are insanely complex and my guiri brain cant handle it. Luckily my friend Tim, form high school, invited me to churros con chocolate on him. It was the most delicious thing Ive eaten in a long while. I <3 you, churros. I <3 <3 you too, chocolate.