How is it going so far?
What to do on a Saturday night?The night life here in the town I am staying at consists of pubs, clubs, or staying home and watching Doctor Who with a nice hot cup of tea (ha!). But seriously, it is just that. I have been the drinking hot tea and Netflix person most of the time because that is what I do at home. I never was really a girl to go out on a Saturday night with the girls unless it was going to a bar and there was karaoke involved because I could really be down for that. But I stayed home watching Grey's Anatomy with a bottle of wine and tissues with my cat Milo most of the time. Being in a LDR made Connor and I couch potatoes because we mostly had dates on rabb.it which was a website where you can watch Netflix and movies with anyone in the world. We go to pubs on some occasions but I never would think of going to an English club. Why? Well, I have been there and done that in America and I really didn't like it and Connor couldn't care less if we go or not.
So one night as we were watching Netflix, his good old friend Sam messaged him and asked us to go out to the club. I shrugged at him in response because I was game if he was and called a taxi five minutes later. The dress code was whatever and I didn't pack my suitcase for a fancy date or clubs so I was stuck with a big ass shirt and some jeans with black boots. But I should have at LEAST packed heels because sweet baby Jesus, there was not one girl in the streets on a Saturday night without heels! I know some girls who go to the club in flats because, let's face it, we are not super humans with indestructible feet. But these British girls don't give a damn and wear the damn things throughout the night! All in short dresses, skirts, and low tops with it being super cold that it snowed that night/morning! Hats off to them!
It was like any other club most of the time. Hot girls, rich dudes, the guy who does the sprinkler way to much, the drugged out mess, the crazy grinders, and all that was on point. The best thing I remember about the whole night was this girl who was in the front of one of the clubs fighting with a bouncer. She had a tiny black skirt on, the longest ponytail, and the tallest heels ever that made no difference to her tinniness, but she was feisty! She was throwing punches and scratching the hell out of a bouncer and was screaming about a guy still being in the club. She was a hot mess, drunk for sure, and was not giving up without a fight about some dude that never left the club. No authorities were called (they don't really call the cops here) and they let her tucker herself out. They told her multiple times to go home, some even offered to get her a taxi but she kept on screaming and throwing blows that made no difference. I don't know what happened to that poor girl that night, but man, that was memorable because I know for a fact in America, they would call the cops straight away for that kind of behavior. We drank loads and danced and drank some more. Of course tequila was my go to and I laughed every two seconds. All in all, was a fun experience!