Soundtrack for the day:
Kanye West ft. T-Pain - Flight School
Drake - Still Fly
Adina Howard - Tshirt and my panties on
Charles Hamilton - Come back to you
Ciara - Promise, C.R.U.S.H.
Lil Wayne, Drake, Capcom - I Goin In
Today was a pretty chill and fun day. The only thing that was on the agenda was to go to the beach and go back to Champirones (the Champagne and Burger Place) afterwards. The plan was to meet there at 12:30p and just chill for the whole day. Which is cool with me because I have yet to experience a REAL beach. So the day started off with a hiccup because I got caught in the throws of this shoe designing thing (another story). Long story short, there's a shoe design competition with New Balance and I'm trying to win. Buuut anyway, I got down to the beach at about 1 and the first thing I do is call my classmates to let them know that I was present and I needed to catch up with them. I walked for 2 hours before I found them because people didn't know how to give directions. Now let me ask you all a question: If some one says to you, "we are to the right of the fish building which picture would you assume is the fish?"
Needless to say, I picked the last one and walked there. But they were closer to the first one. So after about 2 hours of miscommunication in our native tongue I found them and jumped on the sand and chilled.
But let's go back a moment. I know a lot of you are asking, "why did you walk around for so long Kendal? I would have been went home pissed as hell." I totally agree with you on this but there was two very important factors that kept me walking. Actually there were three. The first was my ability to keep things light hearted and keep my mind busy. I was just drinking water, walking, and freestyling the whole time and coming up with some really interesting punchlines if I do say so myself. And they were all getting typed into my phone so I still have them to the tune of Drakes Still Fly (yes, I have the song on my phone with windows media player as well, what! My phone is awesome). The second thing was the wonderful vista that was around me. The landscape was just too nice to leave. I loved it. And the final and most important reason is the shortest. It's three words and the fellas can feel me on this one and the ladies are probably going to be a little mad/disgusted but who cares? I'm only being honest. But here are the three words: Women's Tops Optional. OH! That's right, everywhere I looked. The twins were out. Some were not appropriate to be let loose but hey, you gotta take the bad with the good in this situation. And I was more than willing to do so.
Now don't misunderstand me. I wasn't out there staring topless chicks down and taking pictures, though I did see dudes out there doing that. I just could appreciate the ambiance that I was in and everynow and again there was something that would catch your eye. Turns out it was a breast. Brightened my day thoroughly. Had a great time. The water was cold as hell, but once you were in there, it was fine. I had a really good time once I found everyone.
So after about 3.5 hrs at the beach. We left and went to Championes again. It was packed to the point that I didn't want to go in but the hunger got the best of me and I just Debowed my way in there and got what I came for; it was worth it. After getting the burgers, we walked down the street, I found some G-Shocks in a window, noted the store, and continued to the metro to go home.
When I got home, I started to look at my sneakers and I started to feel bad. when I came here, to expedite and ameliorate (peep the vocab) packing and packing problems, I decided to only bring one pair of shoes; the ones I had on my feet when I left Michigan. I don't even know what type of Nikes they are; they are that old. All my sneakerhead friends would be ashamed at how I've treated these bad boys but I needed something that I didn't mind getting dirty on these long treks through Barcelona. So here is what I saw when I looked down.
Just atrocius. With that being seen. I had to buy some new sneakers. So the quest began (again). I had been looking earlier in the trip for sneakers stores and I found all the ones in Barcelona and the one I liked the most was a place called Trust Nobody. I found these the first time and couldn't pull the trigger the first time but with this problem on my hands I had to make a move. Now I'm not going to be wearing these all over Barcelona. It's more of a "You have the option to not look like a bum" shoe. So here are my pumps:
Don't ask how much they cost. I'm sure you can find that out really quickly somewhere on the internet. So those are the shoes I bought here. And before I copped these, BurnRubber had a Memorial Day sale and I copped these from there. I've had my eyes on these for some time now and just never had time (or money) to pick em up so here these are (they are the ones on the far right):
So needless to say, my shopping fix has been satiated for a while. But I like the two new pairs that I have picked up. But I feel like it's also time to step up the grown man attire so the next couple of outings will be the grown man look upgrade. But that's probably going to be done back home. Clothes here are really expensive.After the purchase, I ran home and put them bad boys on and walked around the apartment like anyone would do, then put them back in the box for later. I got invited to a fountain show later on that evening and as I was getting ready for it, i realized that my outfit just called for the Pumps so I threw them bad boys on and walked with a confidence the likes of which I've not had since my haircut. It was awesome. It was like walking on air. So I get to this large fountain that rivals that of Buckingham Fountain in Chicago. I honestly think it is bigger than the one in Chicago but hey who knows. I missed most of the show but it was still pretty and I'm going to go next time and I'll take pictures and post them up for you all.
Later that evening, a group of people tried to force a good time and it failed. I hate to end on this kind of sour note but it is what it is. I wanted to go home after the fountain show but I got talked into going out (or at least I thought we were going out). So I went to one of my classmates apartments in the hood (everyone knows what the hood looks, sounds, and smells like so I need not explain it) and ended up just chilling in there and trying to force the good time. A fellow classmate that was with me also came along to the apartment and she pointed out that when we go in here, we never actually go out, and it's true. I came here for the soccer game, which we were supposed to go out and watch at Placa Catalunya, and we never actually left to watch it, only to see the after glow of the victory. But I was so caught up in the great music convo and drinking that I didn't realize nor care that we didn't actually leave. This time I did. The last metro scheduled to leave was at 2 and it was 1 so I wanted to get the good time rolling so I would forget about the train and not be mad when I had to walk home because the good time would be worth it. This never happened. Ended up stuck in the apartment until 2.45 then people wanted to get up and leave then when bars close at 3. Pointless.
Now the forcing really started and got on my nerves. So it's 3am and instead of just calling and 'L' an 'L', the group wanted to continue to attempt the forcing of a good time. And it was at this point that I had a decision to make, a Pimp decision. I could stay here and ride this out and hopefully something could work itself out or I could start that long trek home, be pissed, make two sandwiches because I was hungry as hell, and go to bed. I made a Pimp decision. I told them I was shaking and I left, walked 20 minutes to get home, made 2 ham sandwiches, laid in the bed, ate, and passed out only to find that these inconsiderate dummies didn't walk a young lady home and her phone got stolen as a result of it. Pimp decisions were not made throughout the group. Lessons learned: Make a pimp decision. Sometimes you can't drink with all ya white friends. Thank you Katt Williams for those wonderful words to live by. Truer words have never been spoken.
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