fun in spain part 1.

current music: damien rice - delicate.

gareth is home from his winter break in the rather warm climate of spain.
i had a pretty smashing time; i wont bore you all with the painstaking details of every day but i will tell you about a few of the best.
the weather was good; obviously wasnt hard to be better than england's weather. most of the day's were warm but it was pretty windy at night.
the hotel that we stayed in was pretty decent, very spacious and situated in a lively area.
i went with my ma, pa, nan, gramp and my buddy obby. the following week my auntie, uncle and 2 family friends flew out as well.
the first week was alreet. cant remember much from it. but there was one night i didnt enjoy one bit...
we decided to check out the bar (the casbah) on the complex one night. there was some geezer performing, his name was 'mister b'. now when my gramp has had a few brandy's he likes to sing, dance and generally embarrass the shit out of me. needless to say he did indeed have a few too many and got up to dance.
to see my gramp dance is something quite spectacular. he thinks hes a suave, sophisticated ladies' man after a few and his dance routine consists of slow jigging and finger pointing with the occasional cry of 'oh!' thrown in for good measure. at one point in the night 'mister b' decided to sing a frank sinatra song, the name escapes me. i think when alcohol enters my gramp's body it tells him that he is frank sinatra. as 'mister b' performed my gramp ushered for the mic. he took the microphone and gave his best performance of ol' frankie, although a few of the words were wrong. now im all for my gramp to have a good time and do his thing but what i dont want is for me to be involved in his fun.
by now there were a few people up on the dancefloor dancing away. there were 2 girls who were my age up dancing. i saw my gramp catch sight of them and knew i was up shit creek without a paddle.
he turned back and said to me and ob, " 2 girls there for you, go and dance with 'em ".
ha!
1. the only time you will ever see me dance is when im pissed and/or hyper, which i was not at the time.
2. there is no chance in Hell even if i did, for some miraculous reason, get up and dance (whilst sober) i would do when my family is around. especially when my dad has a camera.
we, suprisingly, turned down the ever so tempting offer to dance into the night with the 2 girls.
now, my gramp must've mistook my shake of the head for a nod as he approached the girls and pointed at me and ob.
for fuck sake...
we were forced to dance. it was horrible. what made things worse is that the song seemed to last a good ten minutes. so there i was, attempting to dance with a girl and the encouragement and prying eyes of my family. fan-bloody-tastic.
call me a killjoy or whatever but i just hate dancing; especially when my family is around. its just embarrassing; for me and them.
now the 2 girls that we danced with were quite pretty girls but that's a whole different kettle of fish...
i returned to me seat rather red-faced. for the rest of 'mister b's' show i had everyone im the bar trying to get me up to dance again, i used the old 'ive got no legs' routine to no avail. at one point the dancefloor was empty.
i got up.
and made a bee-line for the toilets, much to the humour of the whole bar.
surprisingly that was the only night i was embarrassed really.
christmas day was ok. because we had our presents early we didnt have anything to open, 'cept for a something little from my mum. i got a mini dartboard; which is quite cool, complete with mini darts as well! we had christmas dinner in a restaurant near the coast. talk about bloated! it was really nice but there was so much food!
ill post the other events later or tomorrow as to not have a humungous post that no-one will read.
woo!
chro.