Granada Groupies

So the folks in Granada were a little more...rowdy than I'm used too. Still fun, still lovely folks for the most part, but definitely not my usual crowd.

Another list in no particular order.

• Señor Hipster. Don't actually know his name, but this gentleman works behind the hostel's bar, cooks breakfast most mornings, and is a frankly impressive example of hipsterdom. Pomaded hair pulled back into a man bun, the sides of his head shaved, a thick-and-thickly-waxed handlebar mustache, various pop culture references tattoo'd all over, and skin-tight jean capris over a pair of espadrilles (but not a pair of socks). Only had two exchanges with him other than giving him a drink order, both of which were memorable
• One was when I ordered a gin and tonic and he discovered he was out of gin. The look on his face could best be described as 'confused panic' as he proceeded to ransack every nook and cranny of the hostel's ground floor for another bottle of gin, yelling all the while in Spanish. He eventually gave up and gave me what little bit he had for a euro. I would've been fine with a beer...
• The second was my last night in Granada. Walked up to order a beer, and got to the bar just in time to see him showing off his ass-ets. Pantsless. I just kinda paused, made eye contact with him, and tilted my head to the side, and he re-pantsed himself, pointed to a girl at the bar, and said (in heavily accented English), "She said she would do it too if I did first," at which point she blushed and buried her face in her drink pretending she didn't know what he was talking about. I just got my beer and went back to my table.
• The Unnamed Ditsy Roomie. Lovely person, but not the clearest thinker. In the two days we shared a room together:
• She woke up when I came in late one night, then started to panic and try and wake her roommates up because she saw '1:15' on her watch and thought they'd slept all day (despite the open window, with a view of the pitch black square outside?)
• Another of my roomies for some reason had her phone alarm set to the sound of cats meowing. They had an early train, so it went off at 6am and the ditsy roomie proceeded to freak out that one of the city's myriad stray cats had snuck in the window. She went down the line of beds looking for it, asking who's bed it was on, until we sorted out where the sound was coming from.
• Upon hearing that the walk to the Alhambra was 2/3 of a mile up a hill on a dirt and gravel road, she looked at her brand new open-toed wedges and said, "I could probably still wear these though, right?" Me and both her travel partners just met that with disbelieving stares until she got the point.
• Simon, a righteously chill bro from France who I swear I did not see without a cigarette in his mouth for any longer than it took to get the old one out and the new one lit. He was the closest to my typical social circle, a judgment I make based entirely on the fact that we had a conversation about Dungeons and Dragons and the fact his laptop wallpaper was a battlecruiser from Starcraft. He was in Granada for a few months (can't remember what for at the moment), and was just staying at the hostel until he found a sublet.
• Lukas, another french guy, that I had a lovely conversation with about his desire to be a high school teacher and all his various experiences with hallucinogenic drugs. Insert pun about 'opening minds' here. Actually quite a nice dude who was surprisingly level-headed
• Thomas and Stefan. There probably should be an accent over those 'a's but that's too much work on an American keyboard. Two more french dudes, living up to the national stereotype of chain-smoking most of the time I was with them. 
• Violeta, Diana, and their Spanish posse. Violeta was a native Spaniard from just outside Granada, and Diana was her travel partner of the past 6 months or so. I have no evidence to back this up, but I got the feeling they were on the verge of running out of money and were going to try and hit up Violeta's parents before heading out again. Some of their friends met up with us when we went out for tapas (a small miracle given the giant religious festival that was going on), but they didn't speak much English so I didn't talk much with them.
• Iffa, a girl from Germany who I went for dinner with my last night. She had wanted to try one of the Moroccan restaurants on the street our hostel was on, but wasn't sure if it was okay for a woman to eat alone in one, so I tagged along.