Nott What You'd Expected...

Clubbing in Europe....aka 'Sandstorm from Across the Sea'

Before this starts, i'll say that i can't accurately describe how loud or insane last night was. Firstly, I still can't hear. Secondly, what was that? I can't hear you.....

Last night was Club Nite here at orientation, and because I have yet to start classes, I can blog on a daily basis. I've been anything but breif in my posts, but it's mostly for class and personal journal purposes that they have been so damned long. I apologize, and i'll try to make them as detailed, intelligent, coherant, yet short as possible.

Last night's highlights: Club Oceana is a club with a capacity of 2500 people, and last night there were over 1000 people in the Disco room at the same time. When I always picture clubs in my head, i figure 'giant warehouse, painted black, lights everywhere, period.' I did not picture 5 rooms (all themed: Disco, R&B, hiphop-old school-, techno, and an 'aspen lounge' that looked like a ski lodge). The place had lights everywhere, low ceilings in some rooms, giant 15 foot chandiliers in other rooms. Pics will follow later, and hopefully a video I shot of 'Sandstorm' (most popular techno song of all time) that will blow your mind.

After waiting outside in a line and making it in, we were offered 'passports' that allowed us to move from room to room... very cool? i haven't decided yet...

The dancing was awesome, fauxhawks everywhere, collars popped to the max, and music bumping.
When we left, however, was when we met the best people- on our bus, a guy working for Nottingham U (student who worked for Int Student Bureau) asked us if we were Americans. We said, yeah, why do you ask? He quieted his voice and said 'you should be very afraid of me....' At that point, we became a little unsure of the situation. 'Yeah dudes, I'm Iranian... and I'm on a bus....' At that point, he moved his hand out in front of him and pretended to push a trigger with his thumb, and starting laughing histarically.... 'You can't trust us Iranians around buses, that's for sure!'
The guy was nuts, but at our tired and deaf state, pretty damned funny. It just reinforced how crazy it is that there are 140 countries represented.
Following that convo, we began talking with a guy from Germany and his friend who spoke German and French... and some Spanish... At first I thought he was drunk, because after asking him where he got his food, he started slurring his speech and I couldn't get anything out of it.... Turns out I'm a terrible judge of nationality and inhibriation level (although, let's face it, he's a German at a club on a weeknight... he's tanked)

That's the extent of club night, pics to follow when we get back to the flat (dear god, that can't come soon enough)

kevin

posted by Kevin @ 11:54 AM