Tuesday Night, or Day 2 Night 2?

After being wet and gross, I went back to the Hotel and threw on a t-shirt. Don't worry, I tucked it in to church it up some. I then walked around randomly in the rain so I could negate the shirt change. I went to this Tapas bar called "1492 Tapas Bar." I think a Tapas is basically a big ass Spanish salad with meat and cheese and whatever. They had a whole range of them.

The waiter suggested the "Carne a la Brasa –Huge portion of mixed grilled beef, chicken, Spanish sausages and French fries." He said you had to be really hungry to finish it, which I took to mean "You better finish it fat ass." It was damn good, and no I didn't finish it.

When I was eating by myself, which is always sad and pathetic, a more sad and pathetic fellow was sitting at the bar. He was waiting for a blind date, checking his phone, looking out the window, etc. The slightly gay (or confused) bar tender was giving him shit, saying how ugly and fat she would be. Every time some girl would walk in we'd all laugh. This really old lady walked in and we just about died. They met on some web site and had talked a few times.

The girl finally shows up, and she was pretty hot. So the bar tender made fun of them some more. They end up sitting right next to my table. From what I over heard, she is sort of a princess. Good luck buddy! I think I heard her whole life story in the fifteen minutes or so I was still there. He hardly had the chance to say anything.