And now we are 9

Seven of our friends arrived yesterday to join us.  Once everyone was settled into their apartments (we´ve rented 3 condos next door to each other) we took off for dinner.  Before we left, Roger made sure he dropped his money on the living room floor to see if Di and I learnt our lesson.  Thanks Rog.  Anyways, we went to eat at Sinal Vermelho in the Bairro Alto.  It was a sort of celebratory dinner since 1) it was Rog´s birthday 2) Our friend Cynthia is a breast cancer survivor and she has just passed the 5 year mark of needing to take tamoxifen 3) We were in Lisbon together!
After a great meal we wandered the streets of the Bairro Alto.  Basically the neighbourhood has a bunch of little bars and restaurants.  People walk into the bars which are usually pretty packed (they have a capacity of 20 people maybe, with a couple of small tables).  They buy their drinks and then stand outside in the streets or wander around as music blares from the bars.  It´s quite hilly with cobblestone streets so it reminds me of a toned down version of lan kwai fong in hong kong, or a more orderly version of lapa in Rio de Janeiro.  I´ll upload a pic of it once we get WiFi again with our own computer.  With beers and Sangria being 1 euro each, needless to say we had a great night.  Right now it´s 12pm and most of the group is still sleeping, hopefully they´ll get up in the next hour so we can catch at least one museum and have the best egg tarts ever at the pasteis de Belem.

Oh, you know you´re too fat when….
Phil can´t take a shower here without knocking open the shower door.  Everytime he bends down to grab soap or shampoo, his ass knocks the door open.  Granted the shower stalls are small, but the rest of us just don´t have that problem.  Take a hint Phil.

Oh one more thing.  There´s a lot of dog crap on the streets here. A lot.  So yesterday when Rog was dragging his suitcase to the condo from the taxi, he inadvertently rolled through some.  Jay, being the helpful guy he always is, decided to help Rog by carrying his bag up the stairs, not knowing there was crap on it.  Guess who ended up with dog crap all over his jeans.  hahaha