A Night Out

Going out with Marcia and her friends wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The dinner we went to was very nice-- an upscale Chinese restuarant--- and the club was very interesting indeed. Half the time I felt like I was undercover and doing an educational study on the difference between American clubs and German clubs. There's plenty to talk about, but I'll mention the things that come off the top of my head.

German clubs are more orderly and organized. Nearly everyone checks their coat, because the smoke is so thick that the smell would never come out. Once you are admitted into the bar you go through a cue and pay the entrance fee, recieving a "kreditkarte" (creditcard) as your reciept. It's a flimsy piece of plastic that has different Euro amounts on the back. Instead of paying for your drinks at the bar you give your card to the bartneder, who then punches small holes into the the appropriate spaces on the card saying what you owe. When you leave the club you go through another cue to pay for your drinks. Like I said, organized.

You can order a lot of drinks at once, and in our case we recieved a small bottle of Absolute Vodka and two tiny pitchers of red bull. If you want x amount of beers you get a small keg-looking pitcher, spout and all.The club we went to is the one that Marcia works at, so there were a lot of perks tonight. Many free drinks (it was her birthday), and the tour was grand indeed.

There are three separate areas to the bar, each absolutely massive. They played a lot of stuff that was popular two years ago (Rap, Hip-Hop) and some popular German hits. I loved it.

Still hiccuping, which can't be good. Very tired and my voice is officially shot to hell.

Tonight was a lot better than I expected.