Sunday, 29 May 2011
I don't tend to post a lot of party pictures, mainly because low light and a drunkish photographer (guilty, guilty) don't necessarily make for a lot of kodak moments. But my first weekend based (back) in Barcelona was completely epic, so it deserves a look-in. I could post pictures of me looking vacantly romantic in pink, and I will later, but I was a bit of a sleep deprived greaseball for most of the last forty-eight hours, and that was obviously more fun. ; D
On Friday I went to Primavera Sound, a big music festival that happens in late spring every year. I basically landed from London, dropped my suitcases, and rushed over there, trying to get in to see Sufjan Stevens. It was impossible, since the bastard was playing a closed arena and I was pretty mad. Elitist son ^$ @ $%*%^. Sorry. I love Sufjan, I saw him in 2004 and again in 2005, but closed concerts have no place in a festival. Rant over. Anyway, then I was on my own for 6 hours until Albert landed, so I wandered around, drank beer and saw all sorts of acts, from M. Ward to some country singer to The Fiery Furnaces to The National. I'd never heard of the last group until now, but they were awwwwwesome. I was in a happy anthemic dancy coma.
Anyway, Albert arrived, we saw Belle and Sebastian, some electronic thing, I ate a "jam and liquor" crepe, we drank Jaegermeister and then Pulp played and I literally fell asleep on my feet as I'd been on the road for 20 hours, but Jarvis Cocker was awesome and dedicated "Common People" to all the peaceful protesters in Plaça Catalunya who had been attacked by police earlier that day. We finally got home at 4 in the morning, which is pretty reasonable by Barcelona standards, but I guess I'm old now.
On Saturday, Barcelona beat ManU in the Champions League final! I felt a bit traitorous supporting Barça, since my dad's a life long ManU supporter, but really, the better team won. After watching the game with some friends from Manchester (sorry, guys) we dropped in to Plaça Catalunya, where the party of the year was happening. Every car was beeping it's horn full blast, and everyone in the city was out with their Barça flags. Albert commented that "since the Catalan national team isn't allowed to compete, this is our version of winning the World Cup." Anyway, I'm sure most of you tuned out a while ago, but I love football! This time we got home at a very respectable 3 am.
A family affair
Hehe, don't show my dad this picture!
Thanks for bearing with me! Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time for bed!