Henrique's Night at Button Down Disco

[dotinthesky]

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.

Comments

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

started out ok, but then got very fun once the drinks kicked in.

[dilvalicious.livejournal.com]

isn't that usually the way?

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

Yup. Had a dream with you last night! :)

[dilvalicious.livejournal.com]

really?
What happened>

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

I was in a mall with you and a guy (Stanza perhaps?) We were talking about Mike and it was pretty much what we've been discussing here lately. I left the mall (it was in Toronto) and there was this steep street outside, with a cafe at the end. I reached the outdoors tables of this cafe, saw some friends, and left a fairycake on the table.

I went back to the Mall and saw someone who looked like Mike. I stuck a type of cellotape on his sweater and then pulled it; he looked at me as if I was weird. I found you again and you handed me a ticket, saying I'd won a trip to Italy! I tried to convince you to take the ticket, but you insisted I have it.

I left the mall again and climbed that steep road. Outside of the cafe were some kids throwing an american football; they kept hitting my chest with it. I shouted at them and their father came over to our table at the cafe. Just as I was about to fight with the man, police arrived, handcuffed him and took him away.

:P

[dilvalicious.livejournal.com]

weird!