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Monday, November 19, 2007

Nedra's Surprise Party

It took a fair bit of planning by Sam, Alex and I, but we managed to keep it all a secret, get most people to the venue on time and pull off a top dog Suprise party for Miss Nedra Rivera. With pressies and chocolate cake and cava to boot! I had some great pics and vids but stupidly, blondely, managed to delete everything. Thank God for David Wile and his youtube post though.

For full photo coverage you will need to check out my facebook profile x

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Faye and Nedra's Almudena Day of Fun

Today was el Dia de la Almudena, the patron saint of Madrid, which meant a day off work and in my case a whole day to spend with the soon-to-be-departing-for-Seattle-Nedra. The day started with preparing an inventory of all Ned's books, DVDs and CDs (millions!!!) and scavenging around Nedra's flat for unwanted items that could be my new treasures. Half way through the 'inventoring', which led to many a giggle at (a) Nedra's general quirkiness and (b) my inability to pronounce certain names, general ignorance at certain authors/bands and a worrying case of dyslexia, we stopped to hop round the corner to Tandoori Station for much needed curryation. After the final leg of the inventory making, we headed out to La Riviera to see an American band called Wilco that I had never heard of, but someone we worked with couldn't use his tickets so we bought them and went to check them out. I listened to some of their stuff on their website and liked all the songs so I was optimisitc about it. I wasn't disappointed, it was a great gig. Here is a short video that I took at the show. Enjoy x

Friday, November 02, 2007

Not kissing in the movies on a Saturday night...

Jaime and I went to the cinema again in Jaime's village. Yes, Jaime's little village has a cinema with two rooms. The choice was El Orfanato (which we had already seen) and a Ben Stiller film called The Heartbreak Kid. We bought two tickets for the latter and entered the cinema. Nobody checks your tickets so you are free to roam about the cinema. Jaime pointed to a room and told me to go in and find a seat. I went in and did so. Jaime came in 20 minutes later when the lights were already off with a load of popcorn (hate Spanish Popcorn, it's salty). The trailers had started and the one for Heartbreak Kid came on. That's a bit shit, I thought, showing us the trailer of the film we are going to see. Then the film started and it dawned on us that we had gone into the wrong room. We had seen this film before. Jaime turned round, called me 'tonta' and then sulked. (Jaime's automatic reaction to anything is to blame somebody else) The credits started to roll and I told him to get up, we had time to move and swap rooms if he got up right then when we wouldn't disturb anyone. However, he refused to budge, he would rather watch the same film again than have to admit to everyone in the cinema that we have made a mistake. I'm not sure if he is extremely stubborn or just plain stupid! By the time he reached for his coat and popcorn, giving in to my constant bugging, the film had properly started and we had little choice but to stay put. Needless to say we didn't speak for the rest of the evening!