Slippin on some sizzurp!

Ivica and I went on a 20-day trip over Christmas break. Our goal was to hit up a bunch of cities and end up in Italy for New Years. We didn't plan anything and we totally improvised as we went along. After many delays we met in Heathrow and flew to Amsterdam. After my luggage failed to arrive we kicked it in Amsterdam for about 5 days. Amsterdam is filled with beautiful people and bicycles, oh yeah and skankin ass ho ass skankz. Actually the Red Light District was really interesting, the girls were a lot better looking than either of us expected but we are moral dudes, kind of. Ivica didn't seem to have any sense of direction and we spent more time walking around looking for our hostel than sightseeing. Highlights of Amsterdam: Flanked by Warhammer Legionnaires, Ben from New York and his ideas that humans were going to become immune to antibiotics, Ivica hitting on Brazilian hardbodies that only like other hardbodies, CO's in Amsterdam, Desk Girl that never answered a question with an explanation, Christmas Eve aka the greatest night of my life, THE BOX, Guacamole, crazyass Old English lady, 'OH MY GAWD!'. Barcelona: We flew to Barcelona and met a dude named Alejandro from Italy while trying to figure out how to get to our hostel. He escorted us there and we hung out with him for a few days. He then tried to help me pick out underwear, since I had been wearing the same ones for 5 days, and that was when we decided to just hang out with ourselves. For the amount of time we were in Barcelona we failed to get a lot of sightseeing done but we did a good amount of partying. We hung out with some locals who spoke very little English and planned to take us to a Rave. It all fell through and we ended up going home really late. Highlights: 'Grasshopper!', Ivica met 1 of his many European loves, depressed ass people at hostel, Argentinian Hardbodies, crazy Chilean girl who loved the way 'North American' guys dance, the Luiz's, drinking brewskies on the street, partying until 8am, dying German girl, Flamenco dancer steams up the dance floor, Dan & Val New Year's, Ashlee Simpson (the one that got away). After about a week in Barcelona we flew to Paris. We ended up staying in the same hostel I stayed at the last time I was in Paris. We had to share a bed for the first night and I know Ivica loved every single second of it. This is where I lost my camera while Ivica was too busy proposing to his fiance Meredith who he plans on moving in with early next year (congrats Ivica). Ivica met Meredith in Heathrow during his layover, while he was waiting for me. He told me later that it was love at first sight. Good job big guy, I hope I'm invited to the wedding. Anyways, we went on some tours, ate some badass food, met up with my friend Lauren, and tried to enjoy as much of Paris as we could. Highlights: Luggage is in Glasgow, people at hostel recognized me, Australian breezy, Prashant: Indian business man that bought us a lot of drinks and got totally obliterated the last night we were there and hit on some really young Russian girl, totally hilarious, he invited us to his night club in India, hopefully one day we will be able to take him up on his offer, Meredith's crazyass French girlfriend, both dodge fights, Matt from Canada. We then took the train from Paris to London where Ivica stayed for a half-day. We met up with Natalie and she showed us some really cool spots around town. Ivica left in the morning. I stayed in London for 2 more days and kicked it with Natalie. We did some shopping and eating and dancing. It was a swell time indeed. Overall, the trip turned out to be a great success. We didn't die and we made it to more than one city. We never got close to Italy but we had some good times. I'm sure half of the things I mentioned above don't make any sense but I guess that's what Ivica and me will always share. Plus we both have secrets about each other and you will never hear any of those. Even though we were the highlight at every place we went, everything seemed to slip through our fingers but that's alright. We'll get them next time. Good times mu-fucka.

This is the group of dudes we hung out with in Barcelona. From Left to Right:Singer of INTWINE from the Virgin Islands (www.intwine.nl). He was a total liar. Luiz #1: Engineer working in Portugal, actually just a party animal. He didn't get out of bed until 7pm most days. Me. Luiz #2:This dude shared a special experience with me. We watched some Portuguese dude suffer a bad trip and slam his head off the ceiling air conditioner and then try to jump out the window. Totally awesome. Ivica. Chris: Total mooch. 'Artist' that was trying to move to Barcelona. From Manhattan, had a sillyass accent and made fun of the fact that we said 'dude' and 'man' a lot. Not pictured: Hardbodies from Argentina, I guess it's because we didn't really hang out with them.