The Club

The other night was a girl in our program's birthday so we all went out to dinner. Only we arrived a little late and they couldn't make room for us so we sat at the next table over and got drunk/loud/obnoxious instead. We then went and drank more in the residencia to save money on drinks at the club. This later backfired, since I ended up drinking just as much as I would usually at the club, and was way too drunk. After dinner, we decided to go to the new part of town where the clubs are (after we had been drinking at a bar closer to our residencia where I went in the men's bathroom accidentally and was so confused by the urinal). We got to the club and were immediately turned away so we went to a bar (brothel) across the street instead to wait it out.

At this bar, a couple creepy guys bought Joanna and me drinks that probably had date-rape drugs in them since it took the guy about an hour to go get them and then he kept mixing up which one to give us. So, since I didn't want to waste the drink but also didn't want him around when I passed out, I started talking about my fake boyfriend and how I need to go find him. I sounded really full of shit though because I kept adding on random facts about him (e.g. "And he has a name, too, he's great.").

After we left the brothel bar, we went across the street to try again at getting into the club. We walked to the front of the line and started trying to chat up the security guard. He was not amused. We didn't understand why he wouldn't let us in since it seemed like old men and small children had priority over us, and eventually we gave up and got in line. By the time we got to the front of the line, instead of letting us in, they deferred us to another line, then a separate security guard came and started yelling at us about how he was going to call the police. Joanna was immediately terrified and kept saying "Don't call the police, somos amigos, somos amigos." Meanwhile, I was so confused about what he would tell the police ("These two girls are trying to get into a CLUB, arrest them immediately!") so I told him to go ahead and call them because it sounded amusing. Eventually, we just gave up and decided to take a cab home. The police couldn't make it.

We got in a cab that was parked nearby, and told him where we needed to go. Turns out, he was just a random cab in the middle of a line of cabs and you're supposed to go to the front of the line (who knew!?), but we ended up eventually figuring this out (after we had been lying in the back of the cab asking why he wasn't moving) and somehow made it home safely.