Gettin’ lousy, 2006

Photo from today's edition of El Periodico.

It’s nice to know people in Barcelona are just like anybody else.

For some reason, people the world over feel compelled to drink themselves into oblivion at the end of the year. I’ve done it plenty of times, with the help of other illicit substances on various occasions, but this year I woke up with barely a throbbing pulse in the upper right lobe of my little brain. A very, very quiet new years twas.

Not so on the Ramblas, where allegedly guiris (at least according to El Periodico) decided to bust bottles and piss out all the surplus cava that’s been flowing. From my window- in the next hip barrio of Sant Pere - I heard drunks jabbering in many tongues, staggering into the end of the night to the dawn of the new year ...

... the other day I heard some old hag bitching about the new smoking ordnance, throwing around her second-hand semi-factual bullshit basically blaming the Americans for everything. She left out the Italians, the French, the Irish among others. Get over it lady, and start blaming your government.

I’ve also heard we got a fare hike coming on the metro.

But besides all that, I think it’s going to be a pretty good year. Cheers y’all.