First feelings about going
I didn't want to go. Haha. I was quite reluctant to, as I'm not exactly the most social guy and clubbing is just one of those scary unknowns for me. I mean, I asked what time my friend Dave would pick me up and he's like 820ish. Then I said to my sister, gee that's late isn't it? ... =_= <- my sister
After being persuaded (quite easily surprisingly, I guess I was a little curious about what it would be like) by my sister and my friends to go, I put on my jeans, my tee and shirt, my awesome new chuck-converses and swapping my wallet for an old one with only my L's permit and cash (as my sister thought I might get mugged), I set off in my friend's nice car (no I don't know what model it is)
The drive there.
After a brief detour to a friend's house (and a can of %4.8 vodka later) I found myself looking at Need for speed Underground, real life. We found at least 4 cars drag racing each other along the way into the city. My friend held back only because "my car isn't powerful enough". Boy, I don't mind saying I was scared slightly. My friend sped slightly and the music was pumped up loud. I actually felt bad, being part of one of those cars that I always disapproved off with the loud music >.> I tried to turn it down at some points, because I felt so bad haha, but my friend had the remotes on his steering wheel and just turned it back up.
the club
What can I say? It was called Star Hotel I think, but it was known as the Star Bar (kept getting it mixed up with starbucks..). It was double story, had three bars, four dancing rooms which consisted of flashing lights, disco balls, huge speakers as big as me that pumped out the music at like 200 dB. No joke. My ears are still feeling the after effects. Think graduation dinner, except throw bottles of alcohol, times the people by like 5, and the music x100, and you'll sorta get the picture.
I still don't really understand the concept. My friend Dave said people come here to 'catch up', but you can't even speak in there! All you do is buy overpriced drinks, dance to music which most of the time is simply sub-woofers going doof doof doof, and you bopping along with it.
But after an hour or so, it wasn't so bad. The music was still loud, I had finished a $10 bottle of another smirnoff which raspberry cordial like stuff in it, and we were 'dancing'...well the girls were anyway as it is. And it was fun hanging out with my work mates in a casual environment. I got to know them a bit better when we went outside, while downing a shot of whoknowswhat (something with coffee..bailey's is it?).
After awhile, I noticed there seemed to be some sort of..I dunno, secret code of trying to get a girl? There were some really, er well arrogant guys? that seem to think they were a gift from god and their dancing skills just proved it. So while we stood around in a loose group, one of those guys would make his way into the group towards one of the females of our group. Then, seeing as the music prevent most forms of communication, there would be a gesture that would indicate a compliment of some kind. Then the guy would invite her to join him. e.g some guy pointed at my friend's Diva like long necklace (thing?) and gave her a thumbs up. She returned it, but just politely. Then the guy would proceed to put his hand out for her to take, in which she refused. That happened a few times through out the night and I found it quite amusing.
afterthoughts
We had MacDonalds on the way back, as you do at 3 am in the morning, until we finally got home at like 4ish. My mice were the only ones awake when I got there, busy little creatures.
So yes, I enjoyed it. My friend asked me to rate it, and I would give it 8/10. I'm not going to go clubbing anytime soon that's for sure, but I wouldn't mind going again in the future with friends. Tim, I know you'll go, but Jason you have to go ~! It's your thing for sure.
And no I didn't pick up. =_=
teohsulfate.