Man-repelling palazzo pants, borrowed Ikea fleece throws, salt & vinegar twirl crisps and a muffled buzz of Netflix streaming in the background. What more do you need in life?
Oh, and the rainy gloomy nights when droplets splatter rhythmically like shooting stars across windows.
After a free-spirited night consisting of pub crawl hopping and impromptu but heavily-planned escapades by Oxfordians to clubs with new amigos and an old high school friend, I've been feeling like a lazy day is much overdue. My key word: Balance. Sometimes a night of carelessly jumping up and down to Cascada's Everytime We Touch at a gay club night called "Kandy" unthinkably and justifiably calls for droning out to my reliable lovers: Netflix and blogging.
My night was undeniably cleansing in terms of just dancing and letting out all that pent-up stress over my 4 essays and 2 presentations due prior to my adventures to Paris soon (oui! oui!) So let me just break down some of my mental notes and thoughts on my night & my first encounter/judgement of the oh-so classy and posh Oxford: (BuzzFeed-esque style)
+ (On the coach bus over here): I should've brought my necessary & emergency go-to granola bars. I guess nibbling on these medically "tasty" Tums will have to do the trick. Oh god, nevermind.
+ (@ Oxford): NO! I've been craving some Chicken Tikka (I'm so London, I know--jk) and all of these Indian restaurants close at 4 & 5 pm! Why, Curry heavens!? I guess Domino's Buy 1, Get 1 Free will be good enough. Classic.
+ (@ Chequers Pub): Hm.. Should I go fancy or safe? Eh, I'll stick to a pint of my current favorite: cider + black. Ooo, yay for outdoor heaters!
+ (@Mitre Pub): Yes, I can proudly show you my ID (being legal >) Double shot of Malibu and a splash of passion fruit, please! Aloha. Oops, forgot I'm in an Oxford pub. Back to reality.
+ (in the
line queue for Warehouse club): Time to ninja-like squeeze through this queue while getting my face physically smashed in between these tall-ass dudes.
+ (@ Warehouse): I love when the lights start flickering like that! Strobing? Strobeing? Whatever, time to dance my butt off like noone's watching. Ow, definitely got jabbed in the eyeball by Kat's elbow.
+ (in the queue for Plush club): Okay group of overly drunk uni kids, I know you're in Love with the Coco. Hmm...I wonder what my first gay club experience will be like? Definitely one of those things I need to try at least once. When in
+ (@ Plush): Up to the booth we go! Definitely feeling this Taoi Cruz remix and the 1 pound Jaegerbombs. Let me just awkwardly laugh off this way too close-for-comfort guy peacocking his dance skills. I'd like to think my choice of words is clever.
OMG! CASCADA!? Where have you been! Time for some last-minute dancing before I crash on my face in a deep hibernation.
I've never really been much of a club/pub person specifically because I'm not into that scene and I'd rather have a fun girls night in binge-watching Friends and stuffing Nutella-covered anything into my mouth. But I'm legal and dancing with friends to music that makes me channel my inner Britney Spears? Always. I'd like to hope my dancing is getting less cringey to watch but honestly, if I'm feeling the vibes I will break out my stanky leg with no regrets.