I woke up at 2:30 this afternoon. I think it was merited seeing as how I didn't go to sleep until 5:30 in the morning. But it was soooo worth it! I went to a nightclub for the first time in my life last night and it was a blast! Last night, we started the evening off at my apartment, with pizza and various autre choses. By we, I mean Melany, Roselyne, Gladys, Jordan, and Jeremy. The girls showed up first and we had a fun time getting dressed up and taking pictures (when you go to a club in France...it's serious business...jeans and tennis shoes are absolutely not allowed). The boys showed up later and we made a party of it until around midnight or so when Gladys' mom came to pick us up to drive us to the club. She is a saint, that woman. I can't think of many mothers who would volunteer to drive a bunch of intoxicated adolescents 40 minutes to a club and then come pick them up at 4 in the morning...especially, when Gladys and family are leaving for Morocco today for vacation. But I digress...anyhoo, we got to the club and you could feel the music from outside the building...which means that you can probably guess the how loud it was inside the club. Melany got carded at the entrance (she always does...she has a baby face)and we met up with Benoit. We then all trooped in along with all the French people who came to Saintes especially for this nightclub...which has the reputation of being one of the best in the Charente-Maritime.
On first walking in, I was impressed. The biggest dance floor is techno themed. There are platforms for dancing on, cages for dancing in, and even a rotating floor that when paired with strobe lights makes you feel like you're dancing even when you're standing still. The boys were reluctant at first, so Melany and I started dancing on the rotating platform thingy with about a million other people. You can feel the music and when everyone is dancing all around you, you can't help but dance. It's great! After dancing a little bit, we took a tour of the club...there are different rooms and they are all differently themed. There was a room dedicated to rap and hip-hop and a room for disco hits and 80's music. There were a ton of old people in the latter room. We didn't dance in there at all. There was also the "VIP club"...which was upstairs and was more posh. Anyhoo, the dj announced that he was going to be giving out free drinks which got everyone super riled up and all of a sudden I found myself dancing with the group right in front of the dj. Along with the music and the strobe lights they also pump in fog...which when paired with strobe lights is surreal. But it was great! And then...I don't know how this happened...but the dj pointed at me and called me forward to give me a free drink voucher. Wow. I guess I don't suck at dancing. But don't worry...I only had a coke. After dancing for a while, we decided to go outside for a few minutes to breathe...but in reality, the only "outside" that you can access without leaving the club is the smoker's area...so I wasn't really given the opportunity to breathe. But oh man...that many bodies packed in like so many sardines in a tin is a recipe for sweat.
I won't bore you all with more details about how we danced all night long, but I will leave you with this one anecdote. Towards the end of the night, we were sitting in a booth waiting for Jordan to show up again so that we could leave (Jordan has a few million friends. He was flitting between groups all night long.), when a French guy approached me and asked me if I'd like to dance. Welp, it was a slow song and not knowing him at all, I politely declined. He was persistent. I again declined. He then asked why. Why oh why should I have to justify my refusal?!? Why do boys always have to ask why? Just as I was racking my brains for an excuse, Jordan shows up out of nowhere, grabs my hand and pulls me over to the couch next to him saying somthing to the effect of, "Ma cherie! There you are!". So...thank you Jordan for saving my life. I do not condone being intoxicated, but when Jordan is drunk, he is flippin' hilarious. He waxes witty...then starts singing songs...and then starts mumbling to himself...and then has incredible bursts of energy. Dancing with a drunk Jordan is super fun. I no longer have a voice from trying to make myself heard last night...and my ears were ringing as I tried to fall asleep...and my feet were sore from dancing. But given the opportunity to go clubbing again? I would probably say I'd love to.
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Haha, Disco room. XD
That's actually a lot different than what I had pictured in my mind's eye, as far as clubs go. Well, aside from the loud music part, but I think that's kind of a given.
Speaking of sweat in a tightly packed area, a thought occurs to me. Is it true that they don't use deodorant in France?
No its not true! I think French guys smell good.
Well, I suppose it's comforting to know that olfactory hygiene is a global virtue after all! If they smell good, I imagine that Axe can't be involved either, which is another plus...
Picked a good week to head back, I might add. The weather the last couple of days has been pretty awesome. It was 95 at the monument today, believe it or not. O_o
LOL! sounds like you had a total blast! you had me laughing out loud about the room of 'old people' i wish you had pictures to post with this :-)
I wish I had pictures too, Sherah! But you aren't allowed to bring purses into the club so I left everything of value in the car. So...I'll just have to rely on my powers of observation to try to paint the picture of my experience to you. I miss you!
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