I'm completely in love with Belgium right now. Brussels, Europe, it's basically a massive playground. And I want to stay here for a really long time. That's kind of why I'm looking for a job here.
Apart from that, my days have been filled with homework and classes, the usual ho-hum doldrums of any uni student. Papers, a few presentations and group projects make me feel like I'm back in freshman year all over again, like I haven't done anything with my life.
My weekends though...
Let's just say that I've been having a blast.
I've been to quite a few clubs, done my fair share of traveling, and have managed to let myself... relax.
To be honest, I miss Morocco. I miss the constant call to prayer, the reminder throughout the day. I miss being able to walk by the ocean and on the beach. I miss the chaos of the medina and the taste of too-sweet mint tea.
But I love the...freedom that I have here in Europe.
I love going to crazy clubs and just talking to people. I love the student body government parties, where our UNIVERSITY DEAN basically provides a crap-ton of money for parties, and lets a few designated students basically buy tons of booze for people to enjoy. I love trying the new beers here and even trying things that sound like a bad idea (absinthe that comes in a "bong" or a drink called Pink Elephant, with seven kinds of alcohol).
One of the clubs is gorgeous. Spirito. It's inside an old church, which they basically just remodeled into a massive, beautiful (and freaking expensive) club. I got in because I knew someone who was joining a group of people who were going to celebrate a birthday party. They bought bottles. And booked tables. Oh boy.
I think my favorite bar right now is one called Delirium. Yes, it's a huge tourist attraction. And yes, it's a bit pricey for beer. But honestly, where else would you get to try passion fruit beer, cactus beer and a beer called Pink Killer?
I've gone out a couple times to a tiny club called avenue. And yes, it's avenue. I'm so official, I even have a member's card! But anyways, ladies' nights are 10 euro entrance and free drinks all night long. The guys have to pay 50 euros (sorry guys)!
I went to a very awesome party with my flatmate. We were invited by these two guys that we met awhile back, for a birthday party. Basically, there was a masquerade in a gallery, in a monument, in a gorgeous park. Apparently, the guy just throws parties there when he feels like it.
There's also a great club called Gotha, which is similar to Spirito. We went a little too early (12:30 or 1 in the morning), but we still had a good time. The DJ's choice was... interesting. Side note: my flatmate and I were the ONLY girls wearing tights. And no heels. We were still taller than most girls.
In short, with all of this going out experience, I've learned a few things:
Apart from that, my days have been filled with homework and classes, the usual ho-hum doldrums of any uni student. Papers, a few presentations and group projects make me feel like I'm back in freshman year all over again, like I haven't done anything with my life.
My weekends though...
Let's just say that I've been having a blast.
I've been to quite a few clubs, done my fair share of traveling, and have managed to let myself... relax.
To be honest, I miss Morocco. I miss the constant call to prayer, the reminder throughout the day. I miss being able to walk by the ocean and on the beach. I miss the chaos of the medina and the taste of too-sweet mint tea.
But I love the...freedom that I have here in Europe.
I love going to crazy clubs and just talking to people. I love the student body government parties, where our UNIVERSITY DEAN basically provides a crap-ton of money for parties, and lets a few designated students basically buy tons of booze for people to enjoy. I love trying the new beers here and even trying things that sound like a bad idea (absinthe that comes in a "bong" or a drink called Pink Elephant, with seven kinds of alcohol).
One of the clubs is gorgeous. Spirito. It's inside an old church, which they basically just remodeled into a massive, beautiful (and freaking expensive) club. I got in because I knew someone who was joining a group of people who were going to celebrate a birthday party. They bought bottles. And booked tables. Oh boy.
I think my favorite bar right now is one called Delirium. Yes, it's a huge tourist attraction. And yes, it's a bit pricey for beer. But honestly, where else would you get to try passion fruit beer, cactus beer and a beer called Pink Killer?
I've gone out a couple times to a tiny club called avenue. And yes, it's avenue. I'm so official, I even have a member's card! But anyways, ladies' nights are 10 euro entrance and free drinks all night long. The guys have to pay 50 euros (sorry guys)!
I went to a very awesome party with my flatmate. We were invited by these two guys that we met awhile back, for a birthday party. Basically, there was a masquerade in a gallery, in a monument, in a gorgeous park. Apparently, the guy just throws parties there when he feels like it.
There's also a great club called Gotha, which is similar to Spirito. We went a little too early (12:30 or 1 in the morning), but we still had a good time. The DJ's choice was... interesting. Side note: my flatmate and I were the ONLY girls wearing tights. And no heels. We were still taller than most girls.
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| We're also on the facebook page now? Mkay, cool. |
In short, with all of this going out experience, I've learned a few things:
- Beer pong and drinking games happen all the time, no matter what people think about Europeans being classy with their booze. I've played more drinking games than I should or have ever. King's Cup also seems to be a popular choice.
- The bars around here are great. Really great. Fantastic even. You don't have to go to a club or anything like that when you could be perfectly content drinking a beer in a bar that has great music.
- Most people don't really go out until late. Two in the morning is a great starting time. Pre-gaming is advised, especially since drinks in clubs can get pricey.
- Going out is expensive (see 3). But if you go out, you GO OUT. I've seen more girls navigating the cobblestone roads in heels than I have seen in flats. It's crazy.
- My tolerance is basically gone (two Belgian beers and I'm out of it), my wallet pretty much despises me, and I didn't bring the right clothes to party hard. Oops?
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