Romanian Club

As Ian pointed out, the British Museum wasn't exactly the most un-academic thing to do on our last free weekend. So we finished the day (last Saturday 01/16) by going to an NYU event at a bar called Smithys in Islington (?), quickly returning home for a few rounds of Flip Cup, and going to a Romanian club called the Arc between Islington and Angel.

Though we didn't stay at Smithys for long, it looked like a fun place to hang out. We came home, and I played my first rounds of Flip Cup ever (This was the second night I'd ever drank. James recorded my misadventures of the previous night on his blog, lifeafterarc.blogspot.com). I managed to hold my own, even as we used cheap Tesco vodka and white rum instead of beer.

A bit before midnight, we made our way to a club. As we were walking, I irreverently added to the rainwater drenching London's streets (another first for the night). Anyway, upon spotting the Arc, we decided the other club was much too far. Much to our surprise, the Arc turned out to be a Romanian club, with neither music nor a DJ that we could understand.

Nonetheless, we spent the next two hours there, avoiding the advances of the older, mid- to late-20s crowd. Unfortunately, some of my friends weren't so lucky. Kevin found himself trapped by a girl who fancied him and her guy friends who encouraged her advances. I for one thought he was enjoying himself and pushed him into her arms, not realizing the unwanted spanks that would soon come his way.

We even formed a conga line and played limbo (two more firsts for a club). As you can see, this was not your typical Romanian club (if for some reason you have a typical Romanian club). As Yuha said it, "It was one of those nights you'll never forget, but one of those nights you'll never want to repeat." Actually I wouldn't mind repeating it. Any thoughts, Kevin? Just kidding