Atlantis

Where the drinks are cheap, the boys are creepy and the floor will probably give you syphilis.

I forgot to report about my first clubbing experience. Went last Wednesday night (student night) to Atlantis in Eastbourne. The clubbing group (basically my entire floor and then some) were going, so I thought, "Hey! What better way to disguise your Flailing-Groove-Fu than by going to a club you've never been to with a bunch of people who barely know you and who will be too drunk out of their skulls to remember anyway? Tally-ho!" Oh, and the Pooner went too.

Wore a suitably "clubby" top with jeans and my Ecco sandals (the website makes Ecco look like it's a really really sexy shoe brand, but it really really isn't). Got to Eastbourne Pier and then got in line: very scary bouncers in black wandering around looking for people to hurl into the ocean, crazy football fans cavorting around giving them ample opportunity to do so, and a bloke in a tiny t-shirt and mini-skirt. Ha!

"You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy." Obi Wan was obviously referring to Mos Eisley's local nightclub: scummy floors and villainously smoky air. I've come to appreciate the smoking ban in Canada. Anyway. Three hours of dancing, which was fun in spite of the Creepy Boy that tries to forces himself into your group of friends and the Creepy Old Men that line the dance floor, drinking beer and watching. *shudder*

Inhibitions were scattering the floor by the end of the night, not that anyone seemed worried about losing them. Wnd transformed into the jubilantly happy creature that she becomes whenever she takes in more than three drinks ("I'm FABULOUS.") Boy From Across the Hall was a little to gregarious for his girlfriend's comfort. After squashing my foot by accident and berating me for drinking water, he gave me a big ol' hug to make up for it. Um, do I know you? And yours truly was greeted to the club by Girl From Down the Hall with first a "Hey!" and then a smack on the cheek. WTF, mate? Myself, only a rum & coke, and then a bottle of water. The rum tasted like ass, but the water was excellent. *sigh* I will never make it as a pirate with this attitude.

"If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine": The attitude of most of my floormates, in reponse to their raging, walrus-slaying hangovers. Would I go again? Probably, but the price is a bit of a deterrent: taxi rides, cover and 1 drink is almost 20 pounds = approx CAN$50. Egads.