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!