Confessions of A Working Girl

Well, technically it was only an hour and a half.

It started because yesterday (Thursday) I texted Richard and asked if he and a group of people were going out on Friday night. His reply was ‘Yea, and tonight too.’ So I thought about it. I don’t have classes on Friday, so I figured that I may as well go out on the Thursday night as the Friday.

We met up at 11:30.  Flora was there, as well as a bunch of kids that I only vaguely recognized. We went into a bar. It was jam packed solid and very very loud. The music was in English, and it was nice 70’s music. I actually didn’t get anything to drink, because I saw the prices, and it was like 4 euro for one cup. True that the cups were a bit bigger than normal, but since the bar seemed to mostly have beer, I wasn’t going to waste my money. (I do not like beer.)

I stood with the others though, and listened to their conversations, and participated in conversations. Which, mostly consisted of people yelling and/or leaning over so that they could hear or be heard.

When we left that bar, I could barely hear anything. My ears felt like they’d been stuffed full of cotton!I decided to walk with them to the next bar they were going to, just to see what it was like, but when we got there, you could hear the music all the way from the sidewalk. It was almost 1 at that point, and I didn’t think I could stand music that was even louder than the first place.

So I grabbed Richard’s sleeve to get his attention (as I said, it was loud even on the sidewalk) and told him that I didn’t want to go into this bar, because it was too loud, and my ears were already ringing. So he said “Ok, are you going to go home?” I said yes, but I didn’t quite know how to get back from where we were. So he said that he’d walk me back to the meeting point. A girl who’s in one or two of my classes, “Sara” also walked back with me.

We figured out that it would be quicker to go to a different spot other than the meeting place, because if we went all the way to the meeting place, I’d have to backtrack in order to get home. When we found the hill (there’s this incredibly long hill that I have to go up every time I go back from school) Richard asked “Are you sure you recognize this?” I said yes, he asked again, I looked around to double check, then said yes again.

As he had asked, I texted Richard once I got into the building, then I had to quietly go up the stairs and into the apartment. It wasn’t sneaking in, since they knew that I had gone out, but it was still hard, because I didn’t know where the light switch near the door was, and so had to rely on memory to navigate the hallway.

My ears rang all the way until I fell asleep.

I don’t know what I expected of going out, but it wasn’t quite that. Maybe I expected what you see in movies–one or two people at a bar, a few groups of people at the tables nearby. Apparently, I wasn’t considering the current generation in my calculations.

Anyway, I’ve decided that I may do that again. There’s no way I could do it every night, or every few nights like some of the kids do. But once in a while could work.  One thing I suggested to Richard was that a group of us buy alcohol at the supermarket or something, and then find a place to hang out–possibly the meeting place. (Which is the plaza mayor for the city of Salamanca) Wouldn’t that be less expensive and less noisy? Or would that sort of defeat the point of going out? I know I prefer quieter with fewer people.  But I will most likely end up in a bar again, with this same group, just because. And next time, I’ll actually drink some alcohol.

1 Comment » Danielle Galbreath:

October 22nd, 2010 @ 8:43 am Hi wendy

I see you are having an awesome time(-: OMG so who is Richard? Is he cute? lol So you went to a few bars awesome(-: POWER HOUR! So do they only have bars in Spain or are there pubs, pubs are much better they aren’t as loud, but I know what you mean about the music scotland was the same way(-:

Well keep having fun and keeing up on your studies we will have to Skype some night ttul