Last night I was out with two guys. We made it to a club called SPANK where a DJane played nice tunes of Deep House, like the kind of music you have in Europe (Watergate / Kater Holzig Berlin, Emma IBK, …). Really rare and enjoyable. Haven’t been much people around tho, since this kind of music seems not to be top choice for the party people over here. A group of five Americans invited me to join them to Tampa right after the club closes but I didn’t – that was even to spontaneous for me. Next time I might be in tho, Tampa is fun and the idea to just go there in the middle of the night and continue the party is sweet.
Temperatures finally rose a little bit. We had a nice round of Beach volleyball and it’s great to get back into practice – that and some jogging and workout will hopefully help to not gain too much weight in my time over here. At night we attended a festival in honour of Chinese new year at the university. It was flashy and food was offered. It’s really sad not to be able to speak Chinese, lots of Asians don’t speak their mothertongue anymore, but there is still a big amount of people who actually is able to and it would be great if this tradition would not have been lost in my family! Trang told me you need to wear something red, which I do, to frighten the demons away – actually new year starts on the 31st of January.
The students prepared a funny show and as you could expect from Asian entertainment all was a bit over the top. But the kids did a good job to entertain and you could even win stuff with your ticket you got, t-shirts and softdrinks in a bar called Lollicups.
After this memorable event, where basically 80% of the visitors had at least some Asian routes, if they were not Asian at all (yeah Olli, you would have enjoyed it!), I went out with two of our intern girls… The humor of America was always great, and it’s the same case over here. Look what you can find on the busses.
And there we’re again – direct in GNV nightlife in a club called 101. Music sucks but the views are nice. It’s the same electro pseudo house shit like in Boston and Montreal. Americans at party modus sometimes is like if you free some animals from a zoo, somehow cool how they can let things go when they are out to party compared to how they act when they do business with you – My dear Americans who read this blog, don’t take it personal, it’s just my two cents on this topic since you are really different when you are on “the pist”. It’s a difference like day ‘N nite. I’d say it’s from one extreme into another, not constant like in Europe… That’s us by the way. Mareike to my left is one of the pharmacy interns and Julia to my right is an associated German psychologist friend of us.
Party ends at 2.00 AM again, like always and guess what, we ride home and the bus chief starts to yell at some people that they shall put their shoes on! And a huge black lady gets up and shows her thong and ass – mooning style – nothing you want to see and way of too much insight…