Pink shirt, baby

I am now the proud owner of a pink shirt. This puts me in a whole new level of being cool. I’ll now be competing with other people with pink shirts for the next level – picking up chicks while wearing aforementioned pink shirt. Also, aforementioned is a sweet word.

I had the rudest waiter ever today. After we had paid for our meal, he literally demanded a tip. We were going to tip him before he asked for it, but after he asked we showed reluctance (it’s not like he deserved one – the service was crappy). When he saw this, he brought us some of his shitty restaurant cards that had an old photo of the restaurant on it, and demanded a tip again. We ended up giving him around two euros (which is, again, a fairly large tip by Barcelona standards) and he thanked us profusely. But I felt nasty from the whole ordeal. We probably would have tipped him around the same amount anyway, but asking for a tip is just wrong.