Barcelona: Sammy Jo's Ai Caramba Adventure!

aaah, I didn't get to say good-bye. boo hoo!
Hope u settle in , I think its going to be a really great trip for u!!
XRR

When you told me you were leaving I was jealous.
Now that I know you have a terrace...
I'M GREEN!$#@$%%^&^*!

Ok, so I think I'm finally beginning to feel at home here in BCN. I have to admit when I first arrived I was in a bit of a panic. Like "What the hell were you thinking?" kind of stuff. But I've managed to find my supermarket, my morning coffee and pastry place, and the nearest kfc so I'm much better. Friday night my friend Keyan asked to play a mini set at his friend's magazine party which was a blast. The magazine is a quaterly showcase of about 30 new artists. Amanda was the covergirl for this (their second) issue which seemed like a good omen to me. The space was just a tiny gallery off the Ramblas. Here's the invite...

After downing lots of free cava we stumbled over to a club called Metro which is kind of like a spanish SBNY, if more NYers went to SBNY. Although the music had greatly improved since the last time I had been there (Metro I mean). Along the way we managed to scoop up some Russian porn star who had everyone drooling. I'll try and find out his "name" so I can dig up pics. Very lucas of Bel Ami fame. Of course Keyan went home with him- sexual predator doesn't even begin to describe Keyan, and I love him dearly for it because he's consistent, and quite a looker. By 6am it was time to fall into a cab and attempt to pronounce my address to an unfortunate suspecting taxi driver. Overall, a good christening.

Saturday was spent regretting everything I did the night before. Well, not everything. I managed to convince myself that I was still jetlagged and the only way through it all was to remain either in bed or on the couch.

My bed...

My couch...

Whoa, sorry about the size of those pics. I'll try and reduce future ones. So that brings us to today, Sunday. I'm sorry I don't have much exciting news to report. That's going to happen a lot here. I'm just trying to make sure I have some sort of account of this time in my life. Right now I've still gotta get settled in and make this place my own. Here's some other pics of my apt...

Extra bedroom aka the smoking lounge...

Patio...

Ok bear with me as I'm still trying to figure out posting pics from my phone.

ANd boo, I'm sorry we didn't get a proper goodbye. Guess you'll just have to come over here. Are you going to Paris with BAG in April?

Well, I'm in the airport in Belgium on a 3 hour layover on my way to Copenhagen. Didn't sleep a wink for no reason at all. Even popped an Ambien at 2am and the only effect it had was to make me get up and a make a grilled cheese sandwich. By 5 I finally drifted off till my alarm woke me at 6:30. I've got kookoo magoo jetlag. It seems to change every day. But whatever I made my flight and after a disco nap will be ready to play tonight. It's the start of Danish fashion week (*) and I'm playing the (bloody) launch of some nightclub's fashion line. This outta be good. But as I said right now I'm just sitting in the Brussels airport wondering if the smell of rotting garbage is coming from the woman sitting next to me or is just the wifi station itself.

The face of glamorous international travel...

I have to hand it to you Pickles..
People think it's so glam to travel like that.
IT'S HELL!
I really don't know how you do it.

Your apt. looks fierce.
I LOVE our room.

As I said in NY, you are doing the right thing.

JUST DON'T COME BACK WITHOUT A HUSBAND!!
Get a Russian.

Yep, there's nothing like the burnt toast feeling that comes from being microwaved too frequently at 35,000ft and then having to walk in to some performance situation.

But we know you were born for it Pickles.

For someone whose taste runs to Spanish blood I don't know why Daddy is recommending Russian for you. Maybe he can elaborate....Daddy?

I'm just saying, go where the money is.

You're flats in spain... i say a hot young risk it for a biscuit Morroccan that way I can come over for weekends and entertain him while you are so busy working these fashion events in Belgium!
Knock em dead tinker.
Let me know if u head over to Tenerife have some fab music biz chums there.

I see you got them nice twin beds there.
One for me an' one for my girlfriend Jackie Bigalow.

I guess that means they'll have to label one bed PUTA and the other CONYO.

I've still got that restraining order against Jackie Bigalow so you'll have to find another tavel companion, Bonnie.

No prob.
Maybe I'll come with my friend Britney.
I been sort of helping her with her career.
She really looks up to me.

i am still hung over from her going away party

Mine or Britney's?