So last Sunday, May 20th, I went to a club for the first time with a couple of good friends of mine. Bare with me, there’s a little bit of a story and it was a bit of a round about way that I ended up at the club.
Most Sundays, I go to fencing practice. This Sunday was no different. Let me explain what I mean by fencing. It’s not fencing like you see in the Olympics. It’s medieval period style fighting. You can see an example below.
So I fought for about 2 hours, which is quite the work out when you are wearing very unbreathable layers. There are certain armor requirements that have be met. At the most basic level, that means what you’re wearing has to be resistant to a broken blade poking through it.
Afterwards, there was a Barony of Windhaven business meeting, which is the organization that I fence through. Windhaven is a local chapter of the Society of Creative Anachronism. You can find out more at sca.org.
Then, my friends invited me to out with them that night. I said sure, why not. At this point, it was about 4ish. So, we headed to my friends’ apartment to shower, eat, and hang out before going out.
Finally, after about 6 hours of running around, it was time to go out. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. I never been out to a bar, let alone a club. Let’s just say, I was glad that I experienced it.
Once at the bar, we headed upstairs to a bar area. We arrived at about 10ish. So we got drinks and sat down as a group. I had water all night. There’s reasons for that, but I’ll get into that in another post.
At 10:30ish, the upstairs bar closed and we all headed downstairs to the club. We were some of the first people there. It took a little bit, but more people flooded in as it got later.
Being completely sober, it was fun to just observe what was going on. I totally got duped by a guy wearing drag. I couldn’t believe how good he looked. Let’s just say I was a little jealous.
Anyhoo, I don’t think I have anything else to say. While clubbing isn’t really my scene, I was glad that I got to go and hang out with friends who in no way shape or form pressured me into drinking. All and all, I’d say that Sunday was a good Sunday.