It's 12:30? I don't believe you!

after a brief four hour nap, we found a restaurant on our search for a flamenco show. we ordered a variety of tasty tapas, and i drank more than my fair share of a liter of sangria, before we headed out to the show. the flamenco was awesome, though all of us started to feel the effects of travel towards the end ie micro naps in our chairs. after some more cafe to get us going, we headed out to the irish bar on kathleens recommendation. iezzi ordered a manly blowjob shot, while the rest of us watched in horror. we proceeded to drink our faces off, tire, and rally multiple times. there was some quarters played, and finally we left the bar. holly decided that the evening was not over, and picked up a fivepack of beer, apparently six is illegal. we found iezzi dead on the bed, but he promptly resucitated for some card games. after that, thing get hazy, but i remember waking up at twelve thirty with someone banging on the door for us to check out.