Party Animal

Last night six of us were going to go to a club called Macumba in France. Apparently it's one of the largest in France too. But, after much deliberation and cost-benefit analysis, we ended up going to Lausanne again. (I was just kidding about the cost-benefit thing. I know people don't always understand when I'm joking.)

The six of us composed of Lizzie, Kristen, Kim, Jo, and Whitney. Which I know means nothing, but just for reference. They are all in my smaller group and are pretty cool. Jo and Whitney especially.

Anyway, we ended up taking the train over to Lausanne at 11 and then walked over to L'Atelier Volant, my absent host sister's favorite club. Because we got there before midnight there was no cover, which was excellent. We all bought drinks and waited until more people showed up. In the meantime we did the thing that girls do. You know, dance in a small circle. L'Atelier Volant played more R&B style music, which I think people liked more than the house music at le MAD. ALSO, upstairs there was a slasa room, so we feabily attempted to salsa. The people upstairs were good salsa dancers and put us to shame. My new goal: to learn salsa and ballroom dancing in general.

So we headed back downstairs and as we were dancing boys would come up and randomly dance with us for a few songs before we shyed away back to the small circle of girls. But, once, when I was done dancing, I looked up and didn't see anyone. A surge of panic rose within me, but rest assured I found them and asked them never to leave me again. And they didn't the rest of the night. Hurray.

We basically danced the whole night away. But, towards the end of it, Jo and I were dancing like maniacs. And it was so much fun. I think I was either laughing or smiling the whole night. Jo goes to Barnard (sp?) in New York and shes's awesome and likes having fun, much like me!

When 4:30 finally rolled around we rolled out and went back to the train station to catch the first train at 4:44 in the AM people. We all fell asleep or zoned out on the train and smelt like smoke. When we got back to Nyon, Marco, my host dad, picked up my friend and me and drove us back to our respective houses because otherwise we would have had to wait in the cold for the bus for another 45 min. He works wierd hours so he had to wake up at 3. He's a border policeman, so I guess that's why. But, I didn't go to bed until 5:30 AM! Hence, I am now a party animal. Thankfully, I fell asleep literally 1 min after my head touched the pillow and I am not sick as a reslut of staying up so late. I think I can get used to this partying all night thing...

Conclusion: If you're ever in Lausanne go to L'Atelier Volant. It's fun, safe and you'll meet a ton of people.