Okay i feel compelled my dear loyal readers, to give at least one blog devoted to the partying lifestyle...in honor of that goal i partied European style last night.
First lets take a look at European lifestyle which is incredibly conducive to partying: If you are awake before 11 am you will find the streets are empty except for the hardworking shop owners and curious tourists. (and of course Starbucks workers). This is because people do not wake up early and go to work...they go to work when they wake up.
Second lets take a look at the night clubs and bars, as well as cafe's: Food and drink are available for those few and brave who wake up early- (it is highly likely you will find some men sitting at a cafe at 10 am drinking a beer or two) from early until 6 or 7 am...and probably beyond...but i do not have the stamina to find out just how "late" the clubs stay open.
Third, let us take a look at my night out on the town in Istanbul: I get showered and pampered and dressed up to go out, along with some help from my lovely roomates who advise me what to wear and just how much make up i need to cover my already tired looking eyes. At 930 pm we find a bar and start drinking...and keep drinking...and keep drinking until midnight. Now at this time i should mention that the conversations we had, i can not recall because they were so unimportant and drunk talk conversations...(college students probably can smile fondly at this moment). At this point we are far past buzzed and have moved towards full on drunk. We shuffle and sway our way to Club Clinic.
At this point I should mention that most clubs are on the top floor of 4 or 5 story buildings and therefore have an outside terrace for smokers and people who need air and a break for dancing. Really awesome idea in principle, but Club Clinic...(in which the security searches all the men, but lets women straight through) has 5 flights of stairs and all are pitch black. So as we climb i'm clinging to Ahmets arm...(at this particular party one girl could bring 2 guys, and guys couldn't come alone) and Matt is behind me to catch me if i fall. All i remember about the climb up the stairs is that it was loud and people's voices were echoing, and the stairs seemed to be moving as we climbed. But we made it to the top laughinig and gasping for air. the smokers among us were in suprisingly good shape. At the club, we continue drinking and start dancing and time passes and before i know it, like the old lady i am...i'm ready to head home. So i grab two of my friends and another nice girl i met at the club and we head out. Of course by now we are all so drunk that its useless to pretend to even have coherent conversations, so we chat about nothing and we get sidetracked by a small shop that sells toat and baked potatoes. We stop and chow down at 3am like stoners with the munchies...and then we continue the trek home.
When i fall into bed at around 430...the room is spinning and i'm cursing myself for drinking too much...but of course in the States you have a small amount of time to drink too much alcohol, so i'm used to 4 hours of drinking and too many shots. Here in Europe i was drinking for about 6 hours non stop, beer, shots, and mixed drinks. Not to mention i was one of the first to head home!
The hangover of today has left me crippled as far as brain function goes so that is why i am here blogging instead of reading diligently.
My conclusion is this....i should stick to studying and trying to change the world...i think i've passed my prime on the partying.
Ciao!
Jessi
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