Went to bbq party at the Real Club Maritime here in Barcelona yesterday evening. It was a private Red Bull Music Academy party that featured lots of free drinks, Red Bull and burned chicken that was raw in the middle. Greg crashed the party with me and we spent a good portion of the evening consuming vodka tonics and eating iced stawberries and cream. At some point amidst the beverages, we decided that to take our anti-social behaviour to a new level. OK, this wasn’t my idea. This was his idea. Obviously too much sun…

early evening

Greg made tiaras for us out of melons and straws. Then forced me to put it on my head. EWWW.

melon boy

melon girl

Afterwards, we met up with Nigel, Pogo, Rudy, Sarah, Zusa and a plethora of Torontonians at El Foro to consume some disgusting beef and make bigger asses of ourselves.