Henrique's Night at Button Down Disco
Aug. 20th, 2005 02:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dotintheskyI 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.
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.
