Day 11

Saturday evening, while two of the girls were at Wales, another flat mate and I decided that we wanted to go to a club. We originally decided to go to one called East Village that we read about in Time Out, an online guide to various cities. However, a French guy started talking to us about all the posters that lined the escalators. It turned out that when we got out of the tube station, they guy and his 3 friends were there and they started asking us where we were going. They told us to go with them to the club XOYO because they heard it was a ton of fun. We ended up going there and spending the entire night with them. They bought us red bull and vodka and kept offering cigarettes, which they say is the worst habit of French people. The club had a basement level with live jazz music initially and then later a DJ, a ground floor with a bar, and a rooftop for smoking. It was sometimes very difficult to understand what the French guys were saying, but they were all a lot of fun. We ended up leaving at 3am and then befriended someone else on the bus home. He heard us say that we were from New York and started asking us questions about that and how we ended up living on Edgware. We told him how awful it was at night on that street and he agreed. It was definitely an adventurous night.