Buddha or Bust.

Journal Entry:

1st club night in Sevilla! A big group of about 40 of us from the program went out Thursday night to party it up Spanish-style. I think there were so many of us because everyone is desperate to make friends as quickly as possible. The atmosphere is almost frantic whenever the group is assembled; I feel like I’m at a speed dating session. Not that I’ve ever been to one, of course. *cough* Anywaaaaays, it’s all too-huge smiles, forced laughter, people trying to find if they have common friends or acquaintances (“Oh, you go to that college? Do you know so-and-so?”), everyone talking about their merits. It’s very job interview-esque. And of course I am no exception! I’ve realized that real life isn’t going to be my fantasy and my roommates are not going to be my best friends. Darn. So, I’m especially eager to meet people and find friends.

Back to the club night. The event was hosted by a tour company called DiscoverSevilla. First, we all met up at their office for some free Sangria, and then we made our way to a massive 3-story nightclub called Buddha. I walked in there, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, taking in all of the scenery. As the name suggests, the theme of the club was very eastern. Red and orange assaulted my eyes as I entered and incense filled my head with every inhalation. The bottom floor was relatively empty when we arrived, with people depositing their winter jackets at the coat-check. I laughed when I saw it; I’m far too cheap for that. Gotta stick to my carefully-and-painstakingly-prepared budget, baby! The strategically-placed Buddha statues watched me as I made my way to the staircase that would lead me towards the mass of inebriated gyrating humans. The base from the music was making my rib cage vibrate. I felt a bit intimidated, but the overall feeling was excited. Ridiculously excited. Elated, even. I couldn’t wait to start dancing. The second floor had a bit more action, and my rib cage increased its vibrating. I just kept climbing, reaching the deafening third floor. I realized this floor was made up of two groups of people: American girls and Spaniard predators. But that’s kind of expected.

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