I didn't really feel well on Friday so I stayed in and watched Tommy Boy to lift my spirits. I woke up on Saturday and spent the day with Judith and our guests. We had a nice lunch but dinner didn't really sit well with me. There was an egg salsa type of spread that my stomach didn't really agree with, so I didn't eat much and I was going to stay in again if it weren't for the peer pressure of Christian and Dana.
Christian offered to pick me up from my house and take the gringos back to his house to hang out and play games/watch a movie. I made him a CD for his efforts and Dana, Cynthia, Tara, Corinne and I went back to Christian's place. We played some music but ended up just socializing instead of any other activities. After a while we decided to go out to town.
We caught a bus out to a popular party neighborhood and it was hopping. All eyes were on the American girls and there were a lot of comments and random guys coming up to me and giving me high fives and stuff but I am always on my toes when we go out and I get pretty tense. We made our way down the street and found a discoteca. Christian doesn't normally go out to this area, and doesn't know the clubs. The sign translated to "men:$4, women: $6"...I thought it was very strange but Christian was excited to get in for the cheaper entrance fee. I looked up and read the club name "Prince".
Now at this point most of you have probably caught on to something a little different about this club, but I had not. We went to the door and asked if we could get in free because we had the gringas...but they denied us. First time yet. We had to pay like normal people! Turns out it was not a "normal" club at all. It was a full blown gay club. After we paid and they opened the door I knew exactly what was up. The girls went in first, and I pulled Christian back and told him the bad news. We sat outside for a while and I asked for our money back but it wasn't happening. Christian and I hung outside and called the girls but they didn't pick up. Evidently they were having a good time in there and finally answered after about 15 minutes and came out with us.
We walked around to try to find a less flamboyant club. As we were walking down a red carpet to another club a person passing in a tight V-neck t-shirt squeezed my arm. I yanked my arm away and stared him down...a part of me thought that I should teach him a lesson...but a bigger part of me thought that I was the dumb one who came into their part of town, so I let him live another day.
No other clubs were open, so we called it a night. That was probably a good thing because I was a little weirded out anyway. The girls went back with Christian and I grabbed a bus home. The wrong bus. 501, 502, and 504 take me back home, but apparently 503 does not take the same route. I was riding the bus and had no idea where I was. I was looking around for a familiar sign but we were on back streets and I didn't recognize anything. Finally I thought I would cut my losses, so I pressed the button to call for a bus stop. I stepped out into a dark neighborhood back street and started walking backwards in the direction we came from.
About 15 seconds later, I saw a sign for the metro stop "Santa Ana"...which is about 100 meters from my apartment! I was very relieved and this bus actually took me much closer to my apartment and I only had to walk for about 6 minutes until I was safe en mi casa!
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