La Borracha

If you would like to keep a high opinion of me, if you had one to begin with, please do not continue reading this entry. I have given this much thought and the pictures that resulted from last night, though incredibly embarrassing, are just too funny not to share. I feel it´s my duty as a blogger to entertain and inform, therefore, I am about to completely deface myself for your enjoyment.

It was Emily´s first night out in Spain. I´m not going to explain many details of the night, but let the pictures speak mostly for themselves.

1. The tale begins on a lovely night in Pamplona...

2. The night began harmlessly. Here, Emily tastes a vinegar pickled onion for the first time with Iñaki´s friend Montxo (the "tx" here makes a "ch" sound, it´s very Navarra). Everyone was sober, everyone was nice, it was great.

3. After a couple hours of chatting, we all decided to go out, Em Iñaki, Montxo and I. Here is a picture of Em and I at her first bar in Pamplona.
4. Montxo got a little silly and put Emily´s tie on his head. What good ól fashioned fun! Keep in mind the rum and cokes are beginning to flow...
5. More silliness as I put on Em´s glasses. My cheeks are beginning to redden a tad here.
6. Here´s a shot of everyone in the group. I guess a big gust of wind must have come along, because we all seem to be tipping over to one side, like we weren´t on steady ground... a curious thing, the ground.
7. This is the next group shot we attempted. As you can see, a failure.
8. I took this picture myself, quite a steady hand with all that rum in me. I even had Em´s glasses on. Em´s getting happy!
9. Sadly, all good things come to an end. We headed to another bar and for some reason, when I arrived, I became quite tired. I just couldn´t seem to stand very well and the wall in the bathroom was so cozy, so I decided to take a nap.
10. From there, things went down hill. When your tummy hurts, you must get whatever is making it hurt out. So... I did...
11. The night finished with a classic, I just puked and feel much better picture, not to mention a long walk.

Coincidentally, this all occurred just across the street from my main man Hemmingway´s statue. I´m hoping this gets me some brownie points in my whole "statue to Darby" pursuit. I came, I drank, I left it all in the streets of Pamplona.

Once again, sorry to the family members who may now feel your relative is a big fat drunk. Well, rest assurred, I´m not. Just having a hell of a good time!