I went clubbing last night for the first time in my life (wow that sounds so naive) and I've become enlightened about a few things about it (at least such in the U.K.). But first, let me regale you with the course of the night... and possibly lead you to forget the fact that I've been delaying my Paris pictures and whatnot.
The whole thing started when one of my corridor mates came up with a plan to transport around 10 people in a minibus for a cheap fee. And since I'd never gone clubbing, and my friends said it's not a bad experience, I decided to try and signed myself up.
On Friday we had our end of the term ceremony and I danced for 3 hours in high heels so my ankles and legs were killing me but by 11:30pm I felt slightly better. My friends were dressed in moderate (but not dorky) clothes whereas some people really went all out and looked a bit funky. I think when we got to the club it a little after midnight.
The club was in Eastborne and called "Functionroom." I was told that it had prettier, younger people than Atlantis, another club nearby. We had some first-timers amongst us besides myself so I felt a littler better. After a bit of hassle with security, I got into the club. (They held me longer than others for some reason even though I actually had a genuine, valid ID issued by the Canadian government. I didn't risk taking my passport but carried my citizenship card which, apparently, they hadn't really seen before. They bought my friend's fake ID but they held me longer. Really promising!)
We checked in our coats and went down to the dancing floor. There were lots of guys but none really attracted my attention. I'm, by no means, into hooking up at night clubs because I think it's just the lowest, the most unreliable way to get to know the opposite sex. Anyways I went to dance with my friends, feeling slightly awkward and out of place. But once I got into a sync it felt pretty okay.
But I must say I was very very creeped out when this old guy (when I say "old" I mean he's obviously older than myself, and I can't really give you the estimate of his exact age. But I can tell you right now he wasn't in his early 20's.) tried to dance with Ryiko and she just went with it. There was no physical contact, thank god, but I and my friends were freaked out and pulled Ryiko out of his way, saying that I needed a drink.
I was told that clubs totally rip you off when it comes to drinks but I was really really thirsty so I got a Smironoff Ice. But I had a bit of a surprising encounter beforehand. I was waiting boringly on the counter, eyeing the bartender that I'd been there for quite a long time. But he served this girl who had come after me. And that's when this random woman popped in and asked me if I'd been served. I shook my head and she shouted at the bartender: "You know this girl's been here for like 10 minutes and you served HER first. That's not right. Is this how you serve people around here?" And she was a bit angry too so I wasn't really sure if I should raise my voice up too. I was rather embarrassed but I was really thankful to her. I must say she helped me restore a bit of faith in humanity. (How ironic that I should have this encounter at a night club.)
When I had finally gotten my drink and was on my way to approach my friend, that creepy guy touched my shoulder and gently flicked through my hair. I was SO SO SO SO creeped out but I just kept going toward my friends. SWEET JESUS F'ING CHRIST. I'm just glad it just stopped there. Whenever someone tried to approach the girl group, we stayed tight together and allowed no one in. I think having Alex with us was pretty convenient because I could use him as a bit of boundary... however not-intimidating he may be.
Some of the ISC girls were really out, making out with the guys at the club that they had never seen before but I guess that's their choice.
I was a bit surprised when the girls all had a glass of champagnes with them. I was told later that the club gave us a free bottle because we were the biggest group there. I had a sip from my roommate's glass.
I'm happy to tell you my night ended at 3:30am without any significant malfunction. Sure I was felt up by a few creepy guys but their attempts ended in failure because I did what I do best: being a icy cold bitch. (Well maybe not the "bitch" part because all I did was just ignoring them all night long.) I had fun but I don't think I'm one of the people who really like clubbing and like to go quite often. I'm not sure what it's like in Vancouver and if I can round up the right crowd, I'm willing to try clubbing in Canada. But otherwise... I think I'll stick to good ol' hanging out fun.
Or at least until I secure a boyfriend who can protect me from those creepers.
