Nightclubs in Madrid
Madrid nightclubs are crazy...
last night my mom and i got back from 4 clubs at like 6:30am. we were actually ready to go home by 5am, but long story.
First off, we were supposed to go Karaoke, but apparently Saturday nights are the big crazy nights, so we decided to save that for another day and go dancing instead. My mom´s friend Manuel came along with a friend of his, Pedro, and together we all started out towards the Hard Rock Cafe Madrid, which was extremely overcrowded! It took us probably like 15 minutes to get some coronas, and that was only cuz their friend was the bartender that night. We chilled, talked, listened to the rock music there, and then when it hit 12:30am (cuz clubs dont open til earliest midnight, and it doesnt start getting crowded til around 1:30am) we walked down the street to a place called Jazzonova. No, they dont play jazz either. We drank some more, cuz it´s more a bar than a club, and who does Pedro bump into? The 41 y/o woman he broke his date with to come out with us. haha...he was all freaking out and stuff. He wanted to leave and blablabla, but eh, it ended up she left with all her friends.
So we all kinda danced a bit, Manuel has a very ¨particular¨dance style that always gets people´s attentions and they either start pointing or laughing or mocking him, but he doesnt care, and I think it´s kinda cool that he doesnt care, so I usually dance with him when he´s up there alone.
Then at 2:30am we left and walked in the freezing night of Madrid to another House music club, I forget the name, Gerseva? something like that, and Pedro decides he wants to get a table. Now at any club when you get a table, you have to buy a bottle. He didn´t want to show us the bill, but I think my mom saw it and it was like 150 euro!! She insisted on paying some but he wouldn´t let her. So they all drank their whiskey and cokes or red bulls. I got my Evian bottle, and we all danced to spanish rock, House, and FUNK. Funk is different in every country, but this sort of funk was pretty much House music, but with more techno. It reminded me of my old raving days... haha.
Anyway, there was this stupid thing that happened on Thursday between Pedro and I (to be explained on another day) that made me realize how sensitive and slightly immature he is, so I tried to make sure that I wasn´t going to offend him in any way that night. Apparently he drank most of that whiskey bottle and was feeling kinda tipsy, so he would keep telling me that he wanted to dance with me, but when we were up dancing, he would kinda dance with me and then turn away. Or he´d stop dancing all together. Every time someone bumped into either me or him, he would stop and give them a dirty look. It was really ridiculous. It was probably more ridiculous because I wasn´t intoxicated in any way either. And then either I´d be dancing with my mom or Manuel or both, but he said he´d get so embarrassed dancing with Manuel that he wouldn´t want to look like he was in the same group as us. I was getting pretty sick of his shenanigans, and I kept telling me mom that I don´t know what to do with the guy. Should I be taking care of him, letting him do his thing? I dont konw what kinda drunk he is!!
ANYWAY, it´s finally 5am and my mom and I are exhausted. My feet are hurting like a ·"&)·" and we´re ready to go home. We tell Manuel and Pedro, and Pedro says he doesn´t want to go home at 5am and it´s Saturday night and we should be partying. Did I forget to mention that Pedro is only 25? And slightly immature?
So we´re getting a cab and he keeps telling us that he´s gonna go to this other club called Marmara for one more drink and then we can go home or else he´s going by himself. We all comply for him and head over to Marmara for ¨one last drink.¨ I´m tired so I sit down and then guy after guy is trying to talk to me and my mom too, and we´re all just waiting for Pedro to finish his drink and dance it off.
It is now 6am and Manuel is apologizing and telling us that he doesnt want to leave Pedro by himself at a club and that he´s drunk. I tell him that my mom and I are going to leave then and that´s that. So I go to say bye to Pedro and he starts telling me to wait 5 more minutes, and he´ll leave as soon as he´s done with his new drink. I told him he was a liar (all this is in broken spanish by the way) and that he said we would leave after his first drink there and that I´m tired and sleepy and my feet hurt. So he promises me 5 more minutes, he downs his drink and gets his last dancing in, and we leave. Finally.
So we´re in the taxi and Pedro is flopping all over between my mom and I, passing out inbetween sentences and arguing that he doesnt want to go home. We´re telling him to stay at Manuel´s but he doesnt have an extra bed and he doesnt want to go home drunk cuz he´s gonna wake up everyone at home and to drop him off at some friend´s house somewhere or another. Everyone is arguing in Spanish and all I would give up life for is a spicy chicken sandwich from Jack In the Box (which they dont have in Madrid nor would it be open at 6am), and all of a suddent the taxi stops and Pedro flops out and is arguing with Manuel about where he can stay, and Manuel is finally like, he´s 25, let him do whatever he wants, and we drive away. My mom and I see him trying to cross the street, such a sad sight, and that was that.
My mom and I get back to the room at 6:30am, Manuel has not stopped apologizing, etc., but we tell him we had a good time anyway and that wére just tired (and extremely hungry). We throw off our clothes and pass out, both of us worrying a little bit about how Pedro will get home and that I hope he doesn´t get mugged or something.
And that was the crazy night we had at the nightclubs in Madrid!! Stay tuned for more adventures! the girls get in on Wednesday!