Last night I went to a club in Barcelona. It was one of my flat-mates’ birthday, we had a party at home and afterwards we went to a club to dance. Well, they went to dance, I just went to watch. I don’t really dance, mainly because when I do, I look like a rabid chimp performing some sort of dark ritual – invoking rain or something – rather than a person dancing. And, in my holy book, dancing is just the vertical frustration of a horizontal desire – not necessarily a sin, but definitely something that people should refrain from doing.
Meri, my other flat-mate, asked me if I don’t have any black shoes and she pointed out that one might be banned from entering barcelonese clubs if wearing white sneakers. Which is mind blowing for me. Here they have one of the most open minded and liberal societies in the world. They have freedom of speech, freedom of choice, freedom of religion – like real freedom of religion, not the “you’re free to believe anything you want, as long as you believe in God” freedom of religion that is heavily promoted throughout Romania – gay marriage and so on. But not white sneakers in clubs. That’s going one step too far. I can almost hear Spaniards debating “what am I going to tell my children when they ask me why there are people wearing white sneakers in our clubs!?!”.
The reason for this ban is the fact that white sneakers are mainly worn by garrulos. A garrulo is a Spanish wigger or a light version of the Romanian cocalar. And nobody wants them around.
Anyway, I had no problem getting in. But that might be because of the carnival they have these days in Barcelona – El Carnaval de Barcelona. A lot of people were dressed up as pirates, Santa Claus, KISS members, Borat and so on. So maybe the club’s staff thought that I came in dressed up as a garrulo and that I don’t usually wear white sneakers and that’s why they’ve let me in. It was around midnight and the club was almost empty, because Spaniards & Catalans usually go to clubs later, around 1 am or so. But it got full in no time. So, if you want to go to a club in Barcelona, don’t rush into it. There’s really no point in getting there before midnight. Another thing that needs to be noted about Barcelona’s clubs is that usually the entrance ticket is also a drink coupon, so you don’t pay “just to go in”, you also get a drink. Although the ticket is €7 and you get a €3.5 beer, it’s still better than nothing. €3.5 better…
In the end, it was fun. Happy birthday Ivan.
One of these days, you will appreciate my wise advice!
Remeber: no white sneakers, no white socks with black shoes and noooo track suits!! Absolutely not in Barcelona! 
Thank you Meri!!!! I’m his girlfriend and I have lost the fight regarding tracksuit pants. Maybe this time he will understand
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Meri> oh, wisdom of the elderly…Things change. Mentalities change. It’s called “generation gap”
I’ve wandered the streets of Barcelona with white sneakers so far and nothing bad happened to me.
Madalina> yeah, I’ve managed to stain those pants, so I now only wear them in the house. And since this kind of pants are hard to come by here in BCN, I won’t get a fresh pair until I’ll go to Bucharest again.
Any time, Madalina, hahaha! He is a bit too stubborn, but we laugh together about the whole fashion thing
I was going to say him that maybe next time you see him you won’t recognize him: slim, dark shoes and no tracksuit, not even at the gym… but then you know what? That’d be a pity because Tudor wouldn’t be Tudor anymore. What a loss for humanity!
He’s funny
I never denied that but he’s not always a good fashion example… maybe he needs a little friendly education 
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