SO I was supposed to go to Paul Van Dyk last night, which we'll just say did not happen.
1. Macumba's website gives you the wrong directions on google maps.
2. Molly and I ventured on the last train to some random suburbs of Madrid.
3. There were absolutely no people and no cabs around.
4. Two cops kept trying to help us, and eventually gave us a ride to a bus stop that'd bring us back to Madrid.
5. SO got my first ride in a cop car, and they asked for our numbers after, and proceeded to try to get us on the bus for free. This would NEVER. EVER. happen in the US.
6. We made it to a bus station in Madrid, caught another bus, some stranger tried to help me find another bus towards my house, asked if I had a boyfriend, and then told me I was muy guapa. Thank you stranger.
7. I gave up and took a cab, in which the driver asked me out for drinks. Only people I talked to the whole night ALL hit on me.
8. Conclusion: Being a blond can get you far in Spain. Sadly I didn't get the cab for free, but my bed was SO NICE after that ridiculous experience!

JOY

Went to the nightclub Joy on Thursday, Molly was promoting for the event so got in for free/skipped the line. Yay :]

 Me & Balls

The roomies! 

Dublin? :O

So on my way to Spain, I endured a good old 8 hour layover in Dublin. Initial idea: go get a Guiness! BUT turns out I land at 8AM. :[ But anyway I'm next to an Irish woman and ask her what she recommends, and blah blah I end up taking a bus to city center. I get there, tourist map in hand, camera hanging from my neck, stupid carry-on luggage trailing and hop off near Trinity College. Basically it starts off "Oh here's a nice awkward selfie! Check out St. Patrick's Church!" 

Then I get ballsy and ask some other tourists to take my picture. Result:

 How'd they know I wanted ONLY a picture of the stupid white tent in front of this historic monument?!? Anyway so I give up on trying to get me in pictures and head on to reading signs, in which a homeless man with a super-thick irish accent decides to hassle me on whether or not I like the coat he got for 5 euro, since I look like I know fashion (see above yoga pants and bland tank top above for strong evidence). 

 1. Trinity College

 2. Dublin Castle

3. Christ Church

4. Delicious tart brunch recommended by adorable old local

SPAIN&STUFF

I'm in Madrid, trick! 

Figured it was necessary to make a blog seeing as I feel bad harassing Facebook with hundreds of building pictures, and this way I don't have to send 12 different messages to my completely Courtney-deprived friends and family. So enjoy!