Ech, I don't even want to write anything tonight, I'm just too mentally exhausted. Fuckin throat cough i've had since mid-week is more like having hiccups or about to throw up every time. And beer sucks, I don't know why I wear clothes when I go out, they love to immerse themselves in beer. Last Tuesday at B.E.D. I'm having a good time dancing in a group of people and all of a sudden I'm showered in liquid I thought maybe it was the DJ booth spraying water into the crowd because it was hot but then I smell my shirt and feel my head getting sticky, so I'm fuming at this point I look around because I'm ready to bodycheck someone and more but strangely I see no one in my vicinity who seemed likely to have thrown beer into the air. Not to mention this happened twice that night. It's akin to a nice sleep and being woken up by someone slapping your face, very crude and irritating and when I'm caught by surprise like that I get pissed. So I went to the bathroom and splashed some water in my face to calm myself down. Went back to the dancefloor and just enjoyed the night for what it was worth. lot of people good crowd, had 9am class the next day so I wouldnt be staying forever.. So just dancing in a circle I dont really remember who was around just remember that it was a bit boring and I had been kicking myself for not going to talk to these girls at the table by the bar but then 2 girls came in and started talking to the UPenn kids, I tried to make myself seen on their sides so I wouldnt be awkwardly behind them and I introduce myself to the blonde one and she's pretty nice so we continue to talk and we're dancing so I hold out my hand but it's not a bite and we dance but she doesn't seem that into it however she doesn't seem to pull away either. As I'm always doubtinng myself in these situations it was semi-awkward and since I didn't want to waste it too much I said I needed to go see some people the other side of the bar and asked her for her number, which she gave me. At this point, it was actually my cue for myself to head out, so I made my way through the crowd and stopped by a small group as a girl looked at me and smiled so I wasnt going to pass this up either so we talk and she is from Canada and I say New York and she launches into this oration how she loves Broadway so much so Im like oh thats nice and name a few shows Ive seen in the past few years and she must have been on cloud 9 talking to someone who can regularly see a Broadway show then before it gets too long, I ask her for her number and enthusiastically she pulls the phone out of my hand and types in her number, so beer all over me but 2 phone numbers to end the night before 9am class, not bad I thought. Not wanting to put myself a in a hole, I wait and since I get 300 free texts each month with my new prepaid plan, I decide to text both towards the end of day 2, so around late afternoon on Thursday after meeting Tuesday. WIthin an hour, the blonde chick texts me back and we talked back and forth throughout Friday until the evening when I couldnt reply for a couple hours and since the text I sent I haven't gotten anything from her, her parents were in town for the weekend so maybe she was distracted I dont know, there was nothing that would lead me to believe she'd just stop talking and as such I was *this close* to trying to make something out of it rather than texts, and the girl from Canada didn't even hear back from. This is when I read online of a new method involving giving YOUR number to the girl. This is an extension of my discussion of Dutch girls and 'not giving out their numbers' like the girl on the tram, and the 2 girls in the bar last weekend. (though the 2nd bar girl said she'd find me on facebook, and she did! It was probably because I did the 3-cheek-kiss thing that Dutch people do. I just told her my name and a few days later I get a friend request from someone's name I dont recognize, so we've been writing back and forth every day/couple of days. Not sure what can come of it as she studies in Amsterdam and I'm here in Rotterdam, only until December.) Anyway, the Dutch girls I found kept saying 'oh I don't give out my number.' And I thought it was some form of neo-feminism because of the sought-after gender egalitarianism in Dutch society, like "God forbid you ask me for MY number. That might be how you Americans do it but here is different." So the new plan I still have to try out is 'can I leave you my number?' This way a girl does not have to feel compromised giving her private contact info to someone she has just met, and she is now in control of the situation, and she can still get in conatact with you if she wants, and you don't have to play the waiting game to see if someone responds or answers your first call/check. Only thing is I don't know if it's received weirdly, someone pushing their number on you. Whats the worst that could happen? 'sorry no?' SO anyway that experiment must still wait. But tonight, tonight.. Bima sent out a message on facebook to go see fireworks and it was active conversation all night long. SOme people from Zuid, some from center city, and then F-building/Intl house people agreed to meet at 8:30 to head over to the river. About 6 of us came on bikes so the remaining handful took the tram, we got there, found Suzanne, and walked up and down the promenade for about an hour, got beers, waffles that seemed to be like cold funnel cake, and talked, while a band played on a boat whose sound was project through speakers on the shores but it may as well have been recorded already. Then we relocated to the Erasmus bridge for the fireworks display which at first was quite unassuming and quiet, but eventually built into a very strong and impressive display. Afterwards we were all at a loss of what to do and we were about 30-strong, so we decided to go to a place called The Jungle just to drink and talk and relax. From talking to a lot of people it seems most did not go out on Friday. All I know is that I didn't hear anything and I didn't ask anyone so I guess everyone had the same idea. After The Jungle, some people went home and then I got my bike and we went over to Stadhuis, were going to go to an Underground Club for 6 Euro/person but it was decided against and we walked around the block and were denied from the 'already-full' Cafe Splein, so then everyone (at this point now down to like 8 people) settled on Off Corso. This is THE place I have been hearing from people is the place to go. A big room that is a bit like an arena or old movie theater, it was ok but I was not impressed. I'm usually skeptical about clubbing but try to keep an open mind but it hasn't seemed to work out lately. And if Off Corso is the best Rotterdam has to offer in clubbing.... everyone seemed to have some sort of prejudice against bars like 'oh its JUSt a bar.' I wanted to say who cares, it's calmer, you can hear people and there's still drinks, and most usually music too. I can safely say I am already sick of clubbing in Rotterdam, I won't generalize to all Of Europe because I have to yet know. Between Hollywood, the bar/club with F-building kids, and Off Corso, I've seen enough. De Witte Aap was the most genuine time I had, it had music but dancing not required and very bustling bar, much more my speed. At Off Corso tonight, they give everyone beers in glasses (how fucking stupid could they be?!?!) and natually no one wants to return them so they end up on the floor broken so everywhere there is broken glass. Not to mention someone knocked Julio's arm while dancing and his drink went spilling in my face. Another 'wake up' moment. Funny I say that as now I get tired and doze off. I need to get to a concert for realzzz. Or travel. I may be 22, but I don't need a club to have fun.
Why do people do it? Spend money to go in and get judged and spend more money for a dollar.I cant do this anymore stay awake. good night! Goedenact!
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