The attached picture is the view from the patio. The apartment I'm staying in is on the 8th floor, which is about as high as it gets around here.
I met up with friends at about 10:30 last night in Sol. Our first stop was the Museo de Jamon (Museum of Ham) because I'd read that you can get good and cheap beer and munchies there. Next we went to O'Neills, an Irish bar not far off the plaza. I'd been looking forward to the chicken nachos, but by the time we got there they'd closed the kitchen. Blast. Then we went in search of a dance club, but had an unreasonably difficult time finding one. Eventually the girls and I decided our need for a bathroom was greater than our need for a dance floor, and we ducked into the first likely place we could find. Turned out it had a dance floor as well, so killed two birds with one stone. Stayed for a half an hour or so and then moved on to another small club, where I met the world's only "Irishman" with an English accent. (Hmm...) The club started winding down around 5:30am, so we left. I escorted the "Irishman" back to his hotel (completely innocent on my part, I assure you) and then took the metro home. Got in just a few minutes before 8am. Slept like crap for several hours and then had a few hours of good sleep. Got up today at 6:30pm. Am definitely not going out again like that for quite a while. I know I used to be able to do it all the time, but I guess I'm just getting too old for it now.
Today I particularly miss: buffalo wings and Laughing Planet Burrito. I'm thinking about spending the next however long looking for buffalo wings in Madrid and then writing an article for In Madrid magazine about that quest. Hmm...maybe the Hard Rock Cafe has some??? Or perhaps there's a Chili's here. Why not? There was one in Paris.
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