The Six Million Dollar Man

... was fun as hell.

Did you know that drinking in public is illegal in Spain? I mean, Spaniards sure don't know that. Ah, yeah! It's my birthday. That's always cool. Although, I do hate getting old. Don't you?

Yesterday morning I still thought that I'd be a good boy and that I'd go to an Erasmus party at 10 pm and leave after midnight, at around 1 am. That was the plan. Right. Then...

... I had Introduction to Bio-Engineering in the morning. After the class I spoke to a couple of my classmates and one of them invited me to Moncloa (a part of Madrid) at half past 11 in the evening. She told me that the Bio-Engineering students at UC3M had organized a get-together to get to know each other. All the 1st and 2nd year students were invited. Since these guys would be the ones I'll be (hopefully) spending most of my time with, I thought that 'what the hell - alright then!' And what was the outcome?

María, I hold you personally responsible for my headache!

(An extremely qualified neurologist told me that it's the lack of sleep that's making my head scream, not the alcohol...)

In Moncloa we (about 40 students in all) first sat on a platform by the metro station, drinking and socializing. Ah, yeah... People sang me the equivalent of the 'Happy Birthday' song TWO times! I tried my best to look like I wouldn't have liked to be the center of attention but the truth is, as many of you surely know, that being the center of attention is my main nutrition. I love it! Umm, I guess that's exactly the reason why I always advertise my posts in Facebook..? I dunno.

Anyways, at 3 am we finally started to drift ( vdrift = 0.015 m/s ) towards a disco! Great. I mean, I love dancing even though I look absolutely ridiculous while I wave and shake my hands and feet on the dance floor. Still I managed to spend three hours in the disco (I can't remember the name of the place) without people openly mocking my style, or the lack of it. In other words, we left at 6 am. I then accompanied a few others, and we took the metro back south (where Leganés is, for example).

Not a bad way to start being 22 years old. And maybe you could even say that I'm not too old yet, considering the way I use my spare time?