The party last week was cool, but I really had an itch to go clubbin’. Now, I know that I am only in Soest, after all, and it just might not be a clubbin’ town. I don’t know what gives it away, maybe the cows grazing on residential corners. Anywho, I, and mostly everyone else, really wanted to go dancing. So we planned a night of drinking at Red Bowl, a shwanky bowling alley in town, then searching for an alleged club in Soest called Sonic. No one has been, but a couple people have “heard” of it. It’s the only known club here. There are pubs, but we wanted a club. So, after a quick trip home, after our group dinner, we arrived, fashionably late, to meet everyone else at Red Bowl. It was a pretty cool place with decent music and a nice atmosphere (the talent in there wasn’t bad either). After a couple aggressive, clumsy, and loud hilarious games of ice hockey, everyone was successfully buzzed and inebriated, and ready for the club. So, we set out into the streets of Soest to find this alleged club. After some stumbling around, being led by the buzzed, we found Sonic, now called 21. The place was tiny and played electro house music. Not my cup of tea, but who cares, we decided to go in and act a fool anyway. And act a damn fool we did. First of all, they let us all in for 2 euros each, and were extremely tickled and amused when they had to speak English to us. I think they were high as a kite anyway, but hey, we got in. The moment we walked in I knew something was not quite right. So much about this joint was sketchy. But I decided to ignore it and party on anyway. We immediately took to the floor and danced to the horrible music. It’s always so hard to find the beat dance to when listening to house, especially electrohouse. But I got this. I can find it and dance the ish out of it, hahaha. There were a random collection of characters in here. I still hadn’t figured out what was amiss, then I saw a deal being made. Oh. Now I understand. This is where people come to score. That’s why half the people in here look like zombies and the other half are bouncing off the walls. Got it. With the mystery solved, I could get even more amusement from laughing at all the people OFF THEIR FACES. The antics, the “dance moves”, the macking, too funny. We, however, were killing it on the dance floor. I mean, we were all over that joint. I, of course, was in the center of the floor, on the wall, on the stairs, just everywhere. You would have thought that I was on that stuff, and I’m sure the clientele in there thought so too. We were going to go somewhere else. But we just made the best of what we had to work with. I must say, that in the midst of bad music, wack jobs and head cases, we had a lot of fun. I will NEVER go back there, but it was fun while we were there. It just goes to show you, you gotta make your own fun. Don’t expect it to come to you. You can make anything fun if you try.
October 18, 2009
Categories: Germany, Touring . . Author: breonarzell . Comments: Leave a Comment
