Henrique's Night at Button Down Disco

I can't believe I danced to Tiffany's I Think We Are Alone Now yesterday. And I can't believe the crowd on the dancefloor started chanting "Kate Bush! Kate Bush!" until the DJ played Wuthering Heights. Weirdness. I took Henrique to Button Down Disco so he could get a taste of people dancing in their PJs, see girls with 1983 Princess Diana haircuts and drink tons of cheap Vodka & Tonics. The place never got too full, which was a nice change; we had enough space on the dancefloor, though the endless crunching of broken glass got annoying after a while. Silke got drunk and snogged one of the bartenders ("we exchanged ice cubes!"); some random woman grabbed my jaw and shook it as she walked by; one chick tried to pick up Kevin & Henrique but they pretended they only spoke Portuguese until she left them alone; Clare was depressed because of "stuff", then got happy with Henrique's magic tricks, then extra happy when I bought her a Jack Daniel's & coke, then extremely happy when a tall goofy blonde latched onto her.

The DJ wasn't the usual guy, but the music didn't deviate from the same stuff (a bit of 80s, a bit of cheesy rock, a bit of technoey/dancey stuff). I can't enjoy myself there anymore unless I'm drunk.

On the way home, we told Henrique to watch out for all the brasilians on the number 6 bus. And, lo & behold, a hoard of them walked in, shouting at the top of their lungs, and having the most hilarious conversations. I had to hold myself back from laughing. Henrique got depressed though when he realized how loud and obnoxious those brasilians were. We ate a pizza before going to bed and went for greasy breakfast this morning. We are now debating what to do with our afternoon.