So 9:30pm rolls around (I just woke up from one of my many naps) and I have yet to start studying and Cara knocks on my door asking to borrow one of my dresses because she decided 2 minutes ago that she was going. If you know me, you know it's not exactly the hardest thing in the world to convince me to go out, even after I've already made up my mind not too. Plus the promoters had just posted that a lot of celebrities were going to be in town for the cellular conference and that the night would be "interesting and full of surprises" THEN Calvin Harris tweeted that he was just arriving at the Barcelona airport...soooo 2 minutes later, I was suddenly going to Opium.
We got ready in 10 minutes (literally, record timing) and ran downstairs to meet everyone to take cabs over. Waiting in line outside was...interesting. There was a giant line of older business men/silver foxes in what I dubbed the senior citizen line. It was weird. I mean, I understand the show was put on for the cellular conference, but I just can't imagine my dad staying out until 5am at an Afrojack show (or any male over the age of 25 for that matter). Since our names were on the list, we got to cut the senior citizen line and go right in (perk of dealing with the sometimes annoying promoters).
Inside was awesome. I felt like I had somehow snuck into a party that I wasn't supposed to be at. There were guys in suits walking around with appetizers (that were completely unrecognizable to me... I think one was locks...served in little ice cream cone looking things, and one I think might have been snails, and god knows what else). My favorite appetizer though were the little steak kabobs. Yummmm steak kabobs.
Since we had gotten there early (around 10) we hung out on the couches on the outdoor terrace making fun of all the silver foxes trying to chat up the 21 year old ladies. It was disturbing but hilarious at the same time. When I have a husband, he will never be allowed to attend any sort of business conference in Barcelona. Lucky for the silver foxes, there were also some cougars that showed up, which was also a joke as they were completely overdone and a few were even wearing evening gowns. TO AFROJACK. You don't wear evening gowns to Afrojack. Ever. Not even if there's a FIRE (sorry, step brothers reference, couldn't help it).
I broke down and bought a drink (for the not so cheap price of 12 euro) and we got to the front right by the stage just as Afrojack went on. The show was awesome. Afrojack spun for a while and then Shermanology came up and sang live vocals which was sweet. I've never been to a show before with live vocals and she had an amazing voice.
So we're dancing, not really paying attention to much else when Afrojack gives a shout out to Shakira and Akon who (surprise) were dancing in the VIP section right to the left of us. It was surreal. We've been in that VIP section and now, casually, without any security guards or anything, Shakira, Akon, and then Madonna (a half hour later) were just hanging out there. Calvin Harris and Bobbi Brown came up on stage with Afrojack, too, and were just dancing around with their drinks. CRAZY.
We left early at around 3:30am and took a cab home where I preceded to bake a pizza and drink a liter of water so I could get my 4am study on. I set 9 alarms on my phone (literally) and went to bed around 6, just to get up at 7 with Cara and keep studying until my midterm at 9. I'm taking Spanish pass/fail (since it's my only Friday class and we fly out on Thursday for a lot of our weekend trips) so I wasn't too concerned, and our teacher is so cute and the nicest person ever and will stand over your shoulder and watch you take the test and point to each of your answers and either say "perfecto! muy bien!" (so you know you got it right) or "no es correcto" (so you know you got it wrong and have to change it). We got our tests back last Monday and I got an A! (so you can stop freaking out, Dad).
Afrojack
Shermanology and Bobbi Brown
Get It Shakira
Shakira again
Akon
It was a little crowded...






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