My First Club~

So last night was one of the most interesting experiences I've ever had. Kensie and I had been planning on going out with some friends to Double Bar. We headed out at like 7 and where at the bar by 8. We hung out, played a couple of really educational games of never have I ever, and decided to head back and go to a club near the dorm. We took the metro back and were at the club around midnight. But only after, me and my clutseness fell and scraped up my knee- again. 

The club was filled with middle aged people dancing in a way that I've never seen before. Normally when an American thinks of dancing at a club the film "Dirty Dancing" comes to mind. Not here-- at least not by the club goers. So Corey, Kensie, and I look at each other and decide we are going to need some liquid courage to stay here. So I go up to the bar and there is this 30 something year old man hitting on me... I order the 3 drinks for us- and politely as I can (with my acutely small knowledge of Russian) get away from him. Kensie got a look at his wallet and was like-- you could have gotten some free drinks outa him! Needless to say I told Kensie to have at him. :)

So we drink our little bit of liquid courage, look at each other and decide to just dance and have some fun. There is Russian techno music playing, with weird random English words, that nobody around us seems to understand. This is when the interesting stuff starts to happen. After about an hour of dancing 2 girls come onto the stage dressed in sequins, and not a lot else. They start dancing, and while nothing was removed the skimpiness of their outfits didn't leave much to the imagination. Suddenly the music stops and 3 or 4 armed men in black ski masks come in. It's the police. Kensie, Corey, and I are really confused-- because this is a pretty nice place. They bring out a dog, a miniature cute little hunting dog of some sort, and we realize that they are searching for drugs. Some people leave, and eventually we go back to dancing. 

Now the dancers are back out again, this time in maid costumes, that are even skimpier. They are accompanied by some girls dressed in thongs and sequins, and the dancing was back on again for about 15 minutes. At this time the DJ starts talking a lot of Russian and holding the microphone out to people in the crowd-- needless to say Corey, Kensie, and I backed away from the stage. I decided to use this opportunity to make a bathroom run- big mistake. Corey and Kensie informed me that the DJ pulled 2 girls on the stage and they had to "give a blow job" to a banana. Yeah- 

So more dancers come out and we dance again for another 15 minutes or so. The next person to come out is a man dressed in black from head to toe with his face like covered in a black hood. Well he started dancing, and soon he was down to a loin cloth of sorts with shoulder straps. He then produced 2 flaming torches which he danced with, blew fire with, and ran the torches up and down his body- like flames on his arms- don't try it at home kids- this guy was a professional. He left and the dancing continued for another 15-20 minutes. The girls came out again in yet another skimpy outfit and continued dancing. 

Then 2 bar tenders come out and do a drink making routine. It was pretty impressive- they made 3 pretty drinks and it was cool to watch. Then the DJ came back down and began auctioning off the drinks. At this point it was 2 AM, and I was exhausted. So we headed back to the dorms, which were farther away then I thought- note to self don't go drinking in heals, you may end up at a club, and therefore your feet will hurt. A LOT. We woke the guard up and got let into the building. I kicked my boots off and we headed to our rooms. I managed to get out of the night with 2 extremely sore feet, a skinned up knee, and only one blister. It was an interesting and fun night. And as I was getting ready for bed I couldn't help but recount the events of the night and just say- Eta Rossiya.