So Friday night we were supposed to go out to a club called Cargo to see a beat box competition that Gav told me about and see this beatbox champion named Beardyman who wears THTC apparel. Carolyn, Jessica, and Jenn ended up coming with me. Gav told us to show up around 8 or 9 but it was free all night so we didn’t show up until almost 11. When we got there the line was so long. We had come across some guys who were also looking for Cargo when we were lost, so we got in line with them. Jenn wanted to go to the front of the line to see if there was a possibility that we could get in faster. One of the guys from the other group went with her. To make a long story short he ended up getting him and his group in and leaving us outside. WTF? If we would have gotten in we would have totally taken them with us. I tried to call Gav but he didn’t pick up. I sent him a text also but got no response back till way later. The bouncer told us that it was probably going to be a 1 hour wait in line so we decided to check out some other club that we had seen on the way to Cargo and Jessica had heard some good music coming from there. This club was called Favela. We went back and got in free since we’re girls. It was pretty poppin’ in there. They were playing a sort of Cuban/Colombian jungle sounding music that was actually pretty good. We appreciated a club that played something other than the same hip-hop/rap music that LA clubs play. The more into the night the weirder the songs got. The dj went from this jungle beat music to oldies to rock to blues to reggae. We heard everything from the Beastie Boys to Queen to the Violent Femmes. It was a weird mix but it was actually pretty good.
We went to the bar to get drinks but it was sooo crowded. There was this huge chalkboard that had different drinks listed on it and a sign that said they served no tequila and no whiskey. How can a club that plays Latin music not serve tequila? (It was even weirder when later they actually played the song "Tequila".) So after we ordered our drinks we looked for some place to sit in this very crowded place.
So, EVERYONE dances in clubs over here. At home its usually guys dancing with girls and girls dancing with girls but over here even groups of guys dance together. And people actually have pretty good rhythm over here. Jessica and I spent the majority of the night people watching. There was this one girl in particular, we'll call her Dancing Queen, who was dancing crazy ALL NIGHT! Jessica and I noticed her right away dancing by herself. She seemed to be on some sort of crazy acid trip or on shrooms or something. She was wearing a red dress with a striped sweatshirt over it and a beanie. Jessica and I noticed that even the bouncer couldn't contain his laughter when he was watching her dance. Later she was dancing with these other people and it was just getting crazier. They were all holding hands and dancing in a circle like ring around the rosie. Throughout the night we noticed all these people dancing so crazy. Some people just looked plain awkward, some were acting out the lyrics, and other people were playing air instruments that coordinated with the song. This one guy noticed that we were sitting there laughing at people (I know, I'm officially going to hell) and came over and asked me if everything was alright and if I had a problem. "Why don't you go out there and dance so we can laugh at you?" were his words to us. I already had been dancing and I basically told him not to be concerned with me. There was also this guy that was totally hitting on Jessica that looked like he could be a Marine. He was asking her to dance and stuff but it was obvious that if she stood next to him she would be about 3 feet taller than him. Later, when Carolyn was dancing I took a picture of her and when I looked at it there were these two guys in the background making faces. We later made friends with them. Then Carolyn and I went outside to have a smoke this guy came up to us and asked us how it was inside and if it was worth paying 10 pounds to get it. Later when we were in the club we saw him and his friends in there. He was such a cutie and totally reminded me of Michael Cera. I was being a bad influence and trying to get Carolyn to dance with him.
So we didn't leave Favela until it actually closed at 2am and we were kicked out. Since the tube system was already closed we had to figure out what buses to take to get back home. We caught a bus going in the right direction but I think we got off at a stop too early and we ended up having to walk all the way home. Carolyn was wearing heels so I stayed behind with her. When we were a block away from home I actually gave her a piggy back ride because I felt so horrible.
We didn't get home until 3am and had to wake up the next day at 6am because we were going to Leeds Castle and Canterbury. You can read all about that in my next blog. (Ugh, I'm so behind on this thing.) Till next time, much love!
We went to the bar to get drinks but it was sooo crowded. There was this huge chalkboard that had different drinks listed on it and a sign that said they served no tequila and no whiskey. How can a club that plays Latin music not serve tequila? (It was even weirder when later they actually played the song "Tequila".) So after we ordered our drinks we looked for some place to sit in this very crowded place.
So, EVERYONE dances in clubs over here. At home its usually guys dancing with girls and girls dancing with girls but over here even groups of guys dance together. And people actually have pretty good rhythm over here. Jessica and I spent the majority of the night people watching. There was this one girl in particular, we'll call her Dancing Queen, who was dancing crazy ALL NIGHT! Jessica and I noticed her right away dancing by herself. She seemed to be on some sort of crazy acid trip or on shrooms or something. She was wearing a red dress with a striped sweatshirt over it and a beanie. Jessica and I noticed that even the bouncer couldn't contain his laughter when he was watching her dance. Later she was dancing with these other people and it was just getting crazier. They were all holding hands and dancing in a circle like ring around the rosie. Throughout the night we noticed all these people dancing so crazy. Some people just looked plain awkward, some were acting out the lyrics, and other people were playing air instruments that coordinated with the song. This one guy noticed that we were sitting there laughing at people (I know, I'm officially going to hell) and came over and asked me if everything was alright and if I had a problem. "Why don't you go out there and dance so we can laugh at you?" were his words to us. I already had been dancing and I basically told him not to be concerned with me. There was also this guy that was totally hitting on Jessica that looked like he could be a Marine. He was asking her to dance and stuff but it was obvious that if she stood next to him she would be about 3 feet taller than him. Later, when Carolyn was dancing I took a picture of her and when I looked at it there were these two guys in the background making faces. We later made friends with them. Then Carolyn and I went outside to have a smoke this guy came up to us and asked us how it was inside and if it was worth paying 10 pounds to get it. Later when we were in the club we saw him and his friends in there. He was such a cutie and totally reminded me of Michael Cera. I was being a bad influence and trying to get Carolyn to dance with him.
So we didn't leave Favela until it actually closed at 2am and we were kicked out. Since the tube system was already closed we had to figure out what buses to take to get back home. We caught a bus going in the right direction but I think we got off at a stop too early and we ended up having to walk all the way home. Carolyn was wearing heels so I stayed behind with her. When we were a block away from home I actually gave her a piggy back ride because I felt so horrible.
We didn't get home until 3am and had to wake up the next day at 6am because we were going to Leeds Castle and Canterbury. You can read all about that in my next blog. (Ugh, I'm so behind on this thing.) Till next time, much love!
this is the dancing queen...
...and this is her and her friend (i like the bouncer watching them in the background)
i was trying to take a picture of Carolyn dancing and these two jerks got in the way
but they turned out to be pretty cool
guys shouldn't put so much shit in their back pockets
this guy was moving his booty all night
this guy with the glasses looked like our professor
this guy was dancing like he was playing the bongos
he's holding his purse behind his back
Carolyn and I
Haha, see, this is exactly why I don't dance. I don't want you girls laughing at me. Although, I love getting laughs anyways so I think I might dance. I do a MEAN robot. And hardcore crab. You know what I'm talking about
ReplyDeletelol...well as long as people are having a good time its cool...they were dancing weird but some people still had rhythm which is a good thing...now lets see that hardcore crab...
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