One of the local universities had their first party of the year (classes started September 22) at a big nightclub they rented out. We arrived around midnight and cover included a drink. The ticket read “one
free beer” the only choice being the cheap kind (Maes). Erika managed a vodka/red bull :PWe met up with the entire group of German and Belgian students we had class with last week. They were a blast!!!!! Alot of them asked “oh, the girl for McCain right?” (Quick background: at this joint class last week -80 students, 4 Americans, the rest German and Belgian- our professor stirred up debate by asking who’d we vote for supposing we were all US citizens. Erika was the SOLE vote for McCain. I raised my hand tall and proud. People gasped and EVERYONE looked at me as if I was from Pluto, yes ancient history since conservatism is extinct in Europe. So, we went at it and I stood my ground and fought nicely against all the punches thrown at me. Mom, Jen, etc, you’da been proud!). So anyway I inevitably discussed politics with one socialist… the last thing I wanted to do with a dance floor near by calling my name… but I had to give him a piece of my mind. Oh and one German girl walked up to me, snarled, said “uhy dun’t laike cunsavativesss” and walked away. Real classy. Even though I had McCain stamped on my forehead, quite a few realized I wasn’t an alien and we had a kick-ass time.
After a few beers, one German asked if I wanted in on the Jägermeister shots (I know, typical lol). I expected the normal, miniature-sized, glass one pours shots into… No no, this was a tall glass with a STRAW! I thought "wtf this is an entire drink of straight up Jäger?! Y’all may be use to this but can you hook a girl up with an F’in chaser?!" But I didn’t want to seem like a fool… I mean, when in Rome right? So I just nursed that thing for a while and pretended to hide my face after every sip lol.
Throughout the night I (naturally) made my way to the dance floor. But the people I was with wouldn’t really STAY on the dance floor; they fancied the bar rather. So at one point I heard my current favorite techno song and went on my own. Since I didn’t want to dance alone I figured the best way to transition into a group without looking awkward or being that creep that ends up getting boxed out from the group (which is exactly what happened), would be to find a person with big, crazy dance moves and match their moves. These kinds of people like to dance and are open to good dancers, no biggie. So I see this guy dancing like the Sam Hargadine/Justine Young mix –real big, uncoordinated, dance moves. I was like alright! People like this demand a lot of room, which is perfect cause I do too. So I start dancing in front of this guy, totally enjoying the song, I look as though I’m not that person dancing alone. Two minutes go by, “maybe this group likes me!” Next thing I notice, a guy grabs me by the elbow and says “Don’t tempt my boyfriend!!” ahhhh hahahahahahahaha! Never had THAT happen before! With a shocked/humorous reaction I said, “Oh honey. Don’t worry. I have one too. I just love to dance.” Access into that group DENIED so I got the hell outta dodge and hastened my way back to the bar.
Marty, Thibault (pronounced Teeboo. I know, way too many silent letters) and I stayed and danced till the very end. It was a fun time!
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