Oh dear god, I am hungover mess

Seville is beautiful, from what I can determine through the pouring rain. I spent much of yesterday trying to snag a hostel bed, which due to half semester break for what seems like all American study abroad students, was consequently impossible. Luckily the hostel owners let me sleep on the couch in the TV room, and frankly it was cleaner, more comfortable and more private than much of the accomadation I have paid double for. My hostel insta-friend and I spent a bit of time slogging it out in the pouring rain to see the city's beautiful cathedral, but all was well and chummy and warm in the tapas cafe we sought refuge in after. It was run by the sweetest married couple who chatted us up and stuffed us full of Rioja and lovely warm tapas. A bit more sightseeing, a nap and shower and then out to find some evening entertainment (are you seeing a pattern here?). We had heard of some happening areas in town and set off to discover them. 1 hour in the pouring rain later and we were still walking in circles.....most frustrating (and damp) evening ever. After our sodden goose chase we returned to the neighborhood by our hostel and happily sat down to a few liquid consumables. Jump forward like 4 hours later and my companion asks what time i think it is....i say 3...possibly. Wrong. Try 5:45. Shit. We stumble back to the hostel, me to my comfy little couch. Today I have spent much of the day trying to aquire the will to catch my bus to Granada. For some reason public transportation with a rancid hangover doesn't hold much appeal, go figure. So while last night may have been a bit of a stupid endevour, I now know the most important phrase in all of Spanish. Vodka con zumo de l'arranha por favore. Vodka and orange juice please.....