67 year old women can work it at clubs.

last night. My roomate Amy and I met up with our friends at Sol and went to our American Irish pub, Dubliners. We saw the dancers from Rock the Ballet, one of which I awkwardly got out of a date with. The gay dancers (half of the dancers are gay and half are straight. they have "drink-offs" and "dance-offs" between the two groups apparently) were pouty and glaring at us, I think for me standing up their friend.
The bathroom in one of the bars we went to had like seven chrystal chandeliers in it and the rest of the bar was decorated with hula hoops hanging from the cieling in an elegant manner? There were also dancers in wedding dresses and hats and gloves?
An older lady quite past her prime was dancing in the middle of the dance floor by herself at the first bar after Dubliners. Of course I was intrigued and made the sixty year old woman my dance partner for a few songs, who wouldn't have. Hilarious woman. She must be suffering through a terrible divorce and midlife crisis to have to get drunk at a club by herself.
I randomly met an Australian who said he recognized me from our gym becuase I'm the one that falls on treadmills. Will be haunting me for life.
Stephanie and I ended up at Joy, a four story discoteca, and I ran into Tomek. Tomek is the bouncer for club Orange, a place I went to Wednesday night. At the door I said I needed to go in right away to use the restroom, which I did, but then Tomek hunted me down and said I needed to pay. Legitametly I started crying (why?) and he felt bad and ended up paying for me.
I have three midterms this coming week, and I had my first one this past Wednesday. Classes are more geared toward applying information, like giving examples, using dialogues to explain theories or ideas. This is different than most classes I have taken where you are given a study guide and basically just memorize facts, places, dates, etc.
There was a metro strike this past week and many people didn't show up to school or work. Our senora warned us the night before the strike to be extremely cautious (I don't get organized strikes, what's the point?) and I was expecting riots all over the streets. I however was not affected whatsoever by the strike, and apparently a few metros were still running? I've been walking to and from school-that's about four miles round trip. "When I was girl I used to walk to school."
I am on the way to getting lung cancer, can't wait. It is KILLING me that literally everyone smokes and places don't restrict smoking. Cigarettes here are harsher and have less of a filter so when people casually blow it in my face I choke.
Coffee will be my nicotine of choice as falling asleep in Art History in Madrid is extremely easy when you have no idea what the teacher is saying in Spanish. I've taken to writing down words that I think she is saying and translating it at home. For this class I had to go to a museum, the San Isidro, and then write a paper on one of the works there (at least I think that's what she said?). I chose a mosaic from the Roman time period. The museum was in an adorable location, and so I wandered and stumbled upon a cathedral down the road, the San Francisco Cathdral built in the 16th century. I walked in the garden by it that overlooks part of the city. Gorgeous.
Dance class is going great. We learned this move in salsa where you shout "yogul," stomp, and then roll your body upwards towards your partner. It's a little provacative and awkward so everyone was cracking up the whole class. We also just started learning this one salsa dance where everyone is in a circle and they switch dance partners and we touch our butts together while rolling our hips all the way towards the ground (why yes, it IS as awkward as it sounds) and turn toward each other for kisses on the cheek and all these crazy fun moves. We have a performance in front of our school I believe at the beginning of December and Jill is going to be here to see it.
JILL IS GOING TO BE HERE. For a week. For Thanksgiving. My best friend is coming to see me in Europe. She flies in the same day that I get back from Ireland so we will be at the airport the same time. I just booked our flights to Paris the weekend she is here from Friday to Monday. How fantastic is life.
My senora and i bonded the other day when I broke our toilet by pulling the knob on top off. We fixed it, I don't even know how. She said she always cries when her girls leave to go back home after the semester. I think that will be the case again in December--we all get along so well with her! our adopted mama.

Going out tonight with Jaime and Jonathon to a restaurant on Gran Via. Yes I just did eat dinner, this will be my second. whatEVER, when in Spain.