Erica, Aaron's girlfriend, turned 21 this past week, so she threw a party at her place, and then paid a pretty penny for the group to go to a place called the Funky Buddha. I think the Funky Buddha qualifies as a club, because it had a separate area set apart from the lounges for people to dance.
The lounge Erica reserved had a required $450 buy-in, which Erica paid for up front. We started things off with some very tasty and expensive champagne (far better than the bargain bin champagne I tried at the bartending night at Norris last quarter). At Aaron's suggestion, I had a White Russian (milk and something), and then a Black Russian (Bailey's and something). It was like drinking ice cream and coffee, respectively.
Aaron and Erica coaxed me to the dance floor, which had a sound system set up unlike anything I've ever head. The most amazing thing to me was that, despite the deafening bass beat, it was possible to talk in an almost regular voice, since there was so little treble. The DJ was a delight, because he wasn't playing the "Winamp playlist on shuffle" game: every single track was masterfully aligned with the previous, so that the beat stayed constant the entire time. Marvelous!
At around 1:00a we left, but due to construction on the Blue Line, we had to wait 20 minutes for our transfer to the Red Line, which ultimately left us stranded at Howard. Half of the group decided to walk, and the other half took a cab. I ended up walking about 3 miles back to my dorm, and my timing couldn't have been more perfect, for as I walked in the door at around 3:00a, I was confronted by a couple of guys.
"Yo Krut! We're going to BK!" hollered Kyle. "Let's do this thing," I replied.
I started to complain about how far I had already walked already, plus all the dancing, but Kyle stupidly announced that emulating and porting a video game are essentially the same thing, so we argued about that the entire way to Burger King.
[DJ]: disc jockey [BK]: Burger King