Well folks, had an amazing whirlwind 24 hours, the show was hot hot hot! Place was packed and those Spaniards were DIGGIN' it! We hung out drinking until 7AM, and let me tell you not pretty the next day. Last I remember is Si saying I neeed to go back to the hotel. He then calls and wakes me not very long after to inform me that the time has changed and we need to vacate our rooms and all go hunker down in the one that is being kept late. Such pain. Wrong wrong wrong. Sat in a park with Si and Joe and got accosted by a mental gypsy. And then -----those bastards left me to go back to Leeds, and there I was, alone in a foreign country, hungover to the point of being in a vegtative state, unable to speak the language and needing to get to Barcelone. But I rallied and made it and having a blast! But damn those funky Brits!! Why must they do this to me every time? jillah
PS will post pics a la Si in the gallery