Life Isn't Real

Hellooooo again friends around the world. Apologies for my lack of blog updating but I have been very very busy. I will try to do a few posts today to write about all the madness I've been living since I wrote last Thursday. 

I'm pretty sure the last thing I posted was about the DJ I knew nothing about but now love eternally. Apparently he's the number one DJ in the world, and basically we raged behind his booth all night long once again thanks to the De Lis Group, who is definitely too good to us! Oh and before we went to see Armin Van Buuren- Kike Drew Pedro and crew made us pregame in this shitty hotel room at the W with this shitty view of the city:

Hehe, just kidding, thank you boys!

 Well here's a picture of us pre-Armin (my new favorite picture of the girls:)

Andddd a picture of barbara getting her arm signed by Armin... There he is giving us the eye ;)

Our shitty view from behind the DJ Booth....

Tough life I live...

It was a prettttyyy awesome night I must say. But, the highlight might have been when we all decided that the last shot of Jager fed to us was probably our downfall, and figured it was time to leave. But instead of doing the logical thing- going home- we went to the beach and went swimming in our underwear. Now, this might sound cliche and corny but there is something invigorating about swimming in the Mediterranean at 5 am with one of your best friends completely drunk under the pitch black sky filled of stars. Not to mention the water was like the temperature of pee. It was a very free feeling. 

Here is a photo that depicts our happiness after our little swim:

We finally made it home at like 630 am or something, alive thankfully. Unfortunately for me my dumbness won and after going to bed with a wet head and sleeping like three hours I was sick the whole next day. I slept like a baby for about 14 hours the next night and didn't move from my bed all day Friday. I woke up Saturday at 2pm to Barb telling me to get the hell up. So I got up. I showered. I became a person again.

But before Barbara woke me up, she woke herself up. This is what she looked like:

Still in her dress, class act as always. 

When we finally got our lives together we went on a bike tour around Barcelona with the amazinggg Bus2Alps student tours crew. It was a little comical watching me and Barbara attempt to ride bikes, and after a few minor mishaps we kind of (?) got the hang of it?? Maybe. I crashed into her once. I need to steal those pictures off her camera because I didn't bring mine but I'll put them in another blog post. The bike tour just confirmed how beautiful every single crack, crevice and small little alleyway is in this city. The charming-ness of it seriously amazes me every single day. 

This blog is already filled with drunken stories and pictures so I guess it won't hurt to include Saturday night in this post too (I'll leave room in my next blog post for a little more intellectual and substance filled writing.) (I swear I'm doing more than just partying here Mom!)

Saturday night we went to BroadBar once again with Kike and crew (do you guys have enough shout outs in here yet?? haha) It was basically insanity and madness with 25 bottles, champagne being popped, etc etc, my life isn't real. I understand why everyone who comes here never wants to leave.

Here's a snapshot of the crewwwwww:

I made a few wonderful friends from Mexico City who are studying abroad in Paris but visited Barcelona for the weekend. Loved them!

I had enough writing about all the partying I've been doing. It's making my liver hurt all over again. And I'm having more fun sitting here listening to TJ tell me about the silent but deadly fart he just ripped and the girl next to him is choking on it.

Until next time mis amigos,

XOXO

Yarden

PS. Someone asked me what a Denio is. I'll explain in my next blog post in like an hour from now.