Within an hour of checking into the hotel, everyone stormed into their packed wardrobe and dressed up with looks to kill. Raucously, we headed out of the hotel lobby and separated into different taxis en route to the Boss Night Club. Because we headed out so late, we missed the no-cover charge and had to wait an hour outside in a long line. During that time, I conversed with Juliana about law school and helped Yola prep for her interview. Once we finally got into Boss, Gavin decided that the place was too costly and convinced everyone to go to a different club instead. This left us roaming the streets of Vancouver until we got in line for Caprice, another club. The line there was just as long, and I was among the last people who got in from our group. Regardless, running into people from my high school and my UW Honors Floor from last year was funny.
I was surprised at how much security the nightclubs demanded in Vancouver. Everyone needed to bring at least two photo identification pieces scanned into their system to check for authenticity. Caprice was alright—the music could have been better, and the machine-created smog made for some really dense air. Many people were having fun: Carsen was spitting game at the ladies, and Sundona served as his successful wingman on the dance floor. Once everyone got bored, we left Caprice and returned to the Renaissance. Some people in our group indulged in the hot tub; Sundona, Carsen, and I went to a Chinese restaurant downtown via Sundona’s car. The bums on the street—there were significantly fewer compared to Seattle—were surprisingly useful: they opened the doors and greeted us at the restaurant (apparently, this was where the after-party was because we saw many familiar faces from the club). We chowed down on rice, noodles, and Mongolian beef. Too tired to partake in any more socializing, I went back to the hotel and crashed on my bed.
I was surprised at how much security the nightclubs demanded in Vancouver. Everyone needed to bring at least two photo identification pieces scanned into their system to check for authenticity. Caprice was alright—the music could have been better, and the machine-created smog made for some really dense air. Many people were having fun: Carsen was spitting game at the ladies, and Sundona served as his successful wingman on the dance floor. Once everyone got bored, we left Caprice and returned to the Renaissance. Some people in our group indulged in the hot tub; Sundona, Carsen, and I went to a Chinese restaurant downtown via Sundona’s car. The bums on the street—there were significantly fewer compared to Seattle—were surprisingly useful: they opened the doors and greeted us at the restaurant (apparently, this was where the after-party was because we saw many familiar faces from the club). We chowed down on rice, noodles, and Mongolian beef. Too tired to partake in any more socializing, I went back to the hotel and crashed on my bed.
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| Typical size of a line in Vancouver; it's more like a crowd than anything else. |
Really you were running into people form our class up there or was that in Seattle? It seems like you just went to clubs and Chinese restaurants oh well seems like you were having fun up there.
ReplyDeletehahaha i'm not surprised that carsen was having fun at the club. i always see him at clubbing events with tons of different girls throughout the night! XP i've never been clubbing in canada before! but i've heard that boss is really good! and i'm jealous that you got some good chinese food! :P
ReplyDeleteSounds like you had fun! =]
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