Last night was one of our first big nights out with most of the program there, and it ended up being even more epic than expected. After a pregame at our apartment, we headed out to go rage at Puerta del Sol. The pregame lasted til 12:30, and we didn’t get to Sol until almost 1, which is when the people who have to take the metro home (which means basically everyone else who doesn’t live at Sagasta) realized that it was closing in 30 minutes. During this discussion, someone remembered our brilliant idea we came up with earlier in the trip: since the metro reopens at 6am in the morning, we might as well stay out drinking until then and take the metro home after. From this idea, our night of epicness began
We got convinced by one of the promoters in Sol to go to this bar that was offering free shots, and immediately left after we got those. From there, we tried to get to a bar that my roommate Jackie had heard of called la latina. One of the guys in the group, Javi, was with his cousin who lived in Madrid, so he was our leader and began to lead us to there. After we walked for a good twenty minutes, we realized that the la latina we were being led to was a region, not a specific bar, so we just went into some random bar along the street. When we ordered beers, the waiter must have assumed we were Americans, because she gave us all Bud heavys. After this bar, we went back towards Sol and somehow ended up in one of the American bars called O’Connell’s, where we danced to the American music and laughed at the tall and creepy Norweigan old man who was awkwardly dancing around the place.
The bar ended up closing around 3, which left us with another 3 hours to kill before we could get home, so we had Javi’s cousin bring us to another area. We couldn’t find an open bar, so most of us bought 1 € beers from the sketchy guys walking around. While we were deciding what to do, we wandered towards this drum circle that had a huge crowd gathered around it. Apparently this pissed off the residents of this area, cause some lady threw a bucket of water down at us to get us to leave, soaking half of the group. We eventually got into a bar that stayed open til 5:30, then went back towards Sol and got some churros and chocolate, before heading back to the metro when it opened. We got on the first car, which was filled with other drunk people who had stayed out till 6. In the end, everyone got home safe, and we got to sleep in the next day due to the national holiday.
