Lou and I got off at the right tram stop and walked to find the bus stop relying on Liam's sketchy directions. We found it and when a bus came we got so excited that we got on it without even checking what number it was or anything. Duh guess which dickheads got on the wrong one? Claps for us! Luckily we got off at the next stop which was on the same route as the actual bus we needed so all was well.
We met Claire and Annie on the bus and then ran, cowering under my thin, pathetic cardigan in a desperate bid to keep our hair dry, to Liam’s. Ellie then arrived soon after, also soaked and we all drank and chatted to some French people, one of which was extremely drunk with fish on her face which was highly amusing.
It was soon time to get going to the tram and at the time it seemed such a good idea to don bright blue bin bags because God forbid our hair get wet. I’ve forgotten to mention that as well as the downpour, there was also a strike on today, thus the trams were awol. Strike 2. After getting off one tram, getting on another, Annie's card getting eaten by an ATM and being deafened by a herd of rowdy French students we got to Ile de Nantes and walked the twenty-five minute walk to the club, still wearing the bin bags.
When we eventually got in the club (begrudgingly parting with our beloved hair protectors) we faced another hiccup in the form of a huge, hot, sweaty wall of people. Never in my life have I seen such a busy club, and for someone who is claustrophobic like myself, it was far from ideal. Strike 3. I squeezed in a few dances to really random old school music with fresh air breaks every so often. It was so weird seeing everyone around us dancing and singing along not having a clue what the song is actually about. And it was even weirder to see Ellie getting her groove on with her shirt tied around her noggin- such a good look. After stripping off as many layers as appropriate, drinking our two free drinks, pushing and shoving our way through the crowds and realising that we'd walked around like twats with bags on our head for no reason as our hair was ruined from the sweaty atmosphere, we decided enough was enough and embarked on the mission ahead- getting home.
I think I need to write a little paragraph here to thank Claire and Lellie for sorting my life out whilst I nearly passed out in the club. Lel even started on some stupid girl- that's friendship. Ooh and also to my sister, for not picking up her phone and costing me a fortune on my phone bill, even though at the time it was vitally important that I remembered the words to one of the songs we used to sing in Brownies. Merci :)
Nantes is such an easy city to get around, except for the hours between 12.30 and 5am when transport is sparse. After along walk to the center, where I ever so gracefully fell in a pot-hole whilst Lou and I were doing our chav impressions (side pony tails and all), we arrived and rang all the taxi numbers we had. The freak that harassed me on the train appeared and it turns out that he did the same to our Italian friend Samantha and she had called the police on him, which as you can imagine only made our evening even more stressful. Ergh people like him should not be allowed to walk the streets. Anyway, we eventually got in a taxi and got home, all pretty gutted about the mare that had been our first night out.
It wouldn't have been so bad if the club had stopped letting so many people come in, but in hindsight it was still a pretty funny night. And 'at the end of the day when all said and done,' we will know next time not to bother with our hair, to be prepared for the heat of the club and to organise staying somewhere closer after. Better luck next time I guess.
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