I hope my awesome readers had a stress free week because I did, and I apologize for my absence last week, I hope you didn’t miss me too much. The awesome feeling of a 2day Sallah break is here again. I’m quite sure we all are looking forward to having a great time, and having some good rest too. During the course of the week, a friend of mine had a birthday party at a club which made me quite nostalgic and left me reminiscing of my first clubbing experience on the Mainland.
My first clubbing experience was a mixture of amusement, excitement and confusion. The later part I will explain in detail. This eventful experience happened a while ago when I was a 200 level undergraduate student of Law at the University of Lagos, Akoka
Being a law student could be really tedious, tasking and stressful. A lawyer can relate. We almost didn’t have a life outside of classes and the library. At this said time, the semester got even more intense so we decided clubbing was the answer. We all got dressed, so excited as most of us haven’t been to a real club at the time. There’s this weird feeling of anticipation when you are just about to have a first time experience. We arrived at the club around 11:30 pm.
When we got to the club, the very first thing that fascinated me was how quite it was on the outside. If there was no sign post, I would have thought it was residential. The question I asked was how could the ambience be this subtle on the outside and be so loud on the inside. The only rowdy thing I saw was couple of people trying to make their way in. Aside from that, everyone was on fleek. We soon made our way in and got perfect seats.
We were very much excited that we gave ourselves time off to unwind plus the DJ was out of this world playing our favorite tunes. So we needed to get some drinks and that was where my confusion started. We got to the bar and placed our orders and my eyes popped when we saw the price list like are these drinks made of diamonds or something? The bar man just laughed. We went for the ones we could afford anyways. I got back to my seat, sat and realized how Lagos people love to party.
So there’s this siren that usually sounds when a notable or rich person is present in the club and orders for drinks. That day was the first time I heard the siren; I literally jumped on the stranger beside me. I thought it was a fire alarm or something maybe because it was loud; let’s just blame it on reflex LOL. But it didn’t take too long before I got the point of the sirens. I was amazed at the amount of drinks that are bought in a night. I was simply fascinated by all the activities. We dance till our feet hurt, we left for the hostel at early hours of the morning and we kept talking about all the highlights for a long time.
I’m sure many have similar experiences. That’s mine, what’s yours? Share your experiences by leaving a comment. It’s going to be a long weekend; most of us are looking forward to the Sallah break just like I am. Let’s remember to have some fun and share during this festive season, so don’t be stingy with that Sallah meat. Remember not to drink and drive.
TGIF (Thank God I’m Fancy)