The Scotts:

So, the night of Jim’s Birthday celebrations the gang decided to start at travel bar and try to do some sort of bar crawl. I was being a brat and was sitting in the house for like 5 mins when I started laughing (mind you I was by myself so this was a lil weird) anyways I then texted Kate as said I was going to stop acting like Annie and I’d be at the bar in mins. As I walked in Travel Bar I was accosted by a huge group of men who were crazy drunk and had accents! I proceeded to find the group, mainly Kate, and tell her what happened as I walked in! Then a brilliant idea occurred to me. “Hey Kate you wanna play a lil game with the Scotts? It’s called how many free drinks and shots can we get before we move on to the next bar!” She was like well duh! So, I pranced up to the bar in the middle of the Scottish men’s group wearing a lil pink dress with black hoes and heels. All we had to do was stand there for about 2 seconds when three of the older men came over and asked what we were drinking. I explained that it was my 22nd Birthday and Kate (my big sister…she came up with that part) and I were celebrating! Shots and beers and drinks later one of the men said that I shouldn’t be talking to the “old farts” and meet his son. Let me see what do I say about the son other than he is a personal trainer and smoking hot! So he came over to me and asked if I was a stagatrious (or that’s the sound that I thought was coming out of his mouth) and I was like what??? He meant Sagittarius. Then I was busted because I forgot I WAS a Sagittarius and not an Aquarius because it was my birthday today in November. I told hottie it wasn’t my birthday and that his dad must have thought I said that because it was my boys b-day who was in the back of the bar! Anyways, I love not paying for drinks and having the crazy Scotts pay for em! Hey learned form the best, thanks Nik! So, why you ask were there 5,000,000 Scottish men in BCN?? Well, the Scotts and BCN played futbol that night and BCN was overrun by the drunken Scottish futbol fans. It was all over the news and Las Ramblas was like a crowed club full of moshers. The stores ran out of beer because the Scotts kept buying it, drinking it, throwing the trash in huge piles, and doing it all over again! I made the mistake of taking the Metro near Ramblas at Catalunya. In the underground there was a drunk gang singing and chanting and they were surrounding me…I kept thinking God I hope you mess with me because I can totally cuss you out and you’ll know exactly what I’m saying unlike the Spanish people they were messing with! Luckly I got out there with no problem but the news reported many disturbing things that the men did while staying in BCN. This is just a taste of European futbol fans and I’ll tell more stories I’ve heard from the Brits later.