Une boîte de nuit française

Alright, so I left you hanging in my last entry, and I know you were all waiting on the edge of your seats to find out how the Sciences Po/Columbia University rugby “gala” went.  So here you go, my night in brief, so that you can relax once more.

After our huge, delicious dinner, Kelsey and I were both exhausted and knew we needed a bit of a pick-me-up pre-game, hence the reason we put on pot of coffee.  For these after-dinner drinks, we put a bit of Bailey’s in our coffee, we were feeling rejuvenated and ready to roll.  Simone joined us, and Melanie and her cousin came, too.  After a while of catching up, we eventually we set out for the club.

“Le Back-Up,” the club where the “gala” was located, was about 20 minute away by Metro.  We got there and waited on a bit of a long line to check our coats, finally making our way to the dance floor after 15 more minutes.  We danced to some old American music (because that’s what the French are obsessed with), and then used our drink vouchers to obtain some drinks.  I met a couple of guys from the Columbia team, and they loved Paris.

And so that basically summarizes the night; a bit of dancing, a bit of drinking, a bit of broken conversation.  It wasn’t too crazy or eventful, but it was fun.

Clubbing’s just not really my thing; I prefer going to a pub and having a pint with my friends, rather than sweaty dancing with strangers.  But hey, I gave it a shot.