Hotel Shanghai
We hop the train to Essen and head towards the club. I wish I had pictures of the train, it was full of clusters of people with large beer bottles (40's) and laughter, jokes told, playful shoves and friendly conversation. N. and I ended up next to these two girls from Münster who were on the way to the same club we were aiming for, so we ended up chatting with them a bit. N. did more than I as my German is more on the "I get some of it" level than "I speak some of it".
The girls wore these old-style western boots, similar to todays motorcycle boots, and they were getting plenty of compliments on them. I found the look a little odd with a 60's inspired coat, black leggings and a cute flowery summer-dress and those boots.
Since I hadn't had dinner yet, I grabbed a quick Döner Kebab at a local fast-food joint. I was done with it by the time we hit the club, probably close to midnight. The club was fairly empty given that they open at 11pm and people don't fill it up until closer to 2am. With a capacity of about 500, it ended up being a bit crowded for my taste, but they had these avant garde couches so I grabbed a seat and enjoyed the music.
The club plays minimal electronica and a smattering of techno. The first DJ was spinning actual vinyl for the few few hours, then the second DJ spun MP3's on a Mac laptop. The sound wasn't that different, except the Mac had a few skips. The upside is that packing his gear is a 30 second process. I don't think MP3s will threaten the real DJ's anytime soon.
While at the club, we also saw N's ex-GF, but talking was limited due to the volume of the place, so I didn't even bother to introduce myself. Hell, it was an ex anyway. A little while later our "friends" from the train showed up and towards the end of the evening (ehh, 4am?) they were both pretty drunk and danced out. One of them far more so than the other, to the point where she would make counter-female-nature mistakes like pulling her knees up to rest her head on them (she was wearing a dress, remember?) and not crossing her legs while sitting in the couch. Her somewhat more sober friend did catch on and kept tugging on the dress to bring her back to modesty whenever possible.
After the cute (and drunker) one finally fell asleep on the couch in the club, they both decided it was time to go and got their coats and left.
I asked N. if it wasn't dangerous for young girls to roam around, obviously drunk, in a large town like that, but apparently there really is no danger.
I know I wouldn't like MY girlfriend to go out that obliterated without sober supervision, but maybe that's because I live in a town I place less trust in?
When we finally had enough, we went up to N's work and picked up a delivery, then called a cab and went home. We arrived at N's house shortly after 5:30am and were asleep around 6am.
The only thing that allowed me to go on like this was jet-lag! I was knocked out enough that I didn't even hear the phone ring at 10am.
I'm too old for this shit.
Go Home
The girls wore these old-style western boots, similar to todays motorcycle boots, and they were getting plenty of compliments on them. I found the look a little odd with a 60's inspired coat, black leggings and a cute flowery summer-dress and those boots.
Since I hadn't had dinner yet, I grabbed a quick Döner Kebab at a local fast-food joint. I was done with it by the time we hit the club, probably close to midnight. The club was fairly empty given that they open at 11pm and people don't fill it up until closer to 2am. With a capacity of about 500, it ended up being a bit crowded for my taste, but they had these avant garde couches so I grabbed a seat and enjoyed the music.
The club plays minimal electronica and a smattering of techno. The first DJ was spinning actual vinyl for the few few hours, then the second DJ spun MP3's on a Mac laptop. The sound wasn't that different, except the Mac had a few skips. The upside is that packing his gear is a 30 second process. I don't think MP3s will threaten the real DJ's anytime soon.
While at the club, we also saw N's ex-GF, but talking was limited due to the volume of the place, so I didn't even bother to introduce myself. Hell, it was an ex anyway. A little while later our "friends" from the train showed up and towards the end of the evening (ehh, 4am?) they were both pretty drunk and danced out. One of them far more so than the other, to the point where she would make counter-female-nature mistakes like pulling her knees up to rest her head on them (she was wearing a dress, remember?) and not crossing her legs while sitting in the couch. Her somewhat more sober friend did catch on and kept tugging on the dress to bring her back to modesty whenever possible.
After the cute (and drunker) one finally fell asleep on the couch in the club, they both decided it was time to go and got their coats and left.
I asked N. if it wasn't dangerous for young girls to roam around, obviously drunk, in a large town like that, but apparently there really is no danger.
I know I wouldn't like MY girlfriend to go out that obliterated without sober supervision, but maybe that's because I live in a town I place less trust in?
When we finally had enough, we went up to N's work and picked up a delivery, then called a cab and went home. We arrived at N's house shortly after 5:30am and were asleep around 6am.
The only thing that allowed me to go on like this was jet-lag! I was knocked out enough that I didn't even hear the phone ring at 10am.
I'm too old for this shit.
Go Home
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