Club+India

Two nights ago Dad and I went into town to eat a nice dinner. We ate at the same place we ate with the two other professors that one time. I ordered the same thing I did before to decrease my chances of becoming ill. It was very tasty. There is a picture at the bottom. Dad and I also had some quality father-son discussion time as we sipped some Kingfishers. Picture of that at bottom too. We had some deep discussions.

Darkness fell over McLeodganj as we spoke.

After a while... We started hearing faint dance music coming from somewhere down below on the street. I peaked over the edge of the balcony and saw no festivals or people...

However- I did see a big black building with the words "Black Magic" written in black cursive writing. I reported my sight to my dad. Soon after, we were paying our check and on our way to BLACK MAGIC!

With a few beers in us, we walked up to the line to get in. The dance music was much louder this time. I walked to get into the line... But the security guard waved me up to him! And then he stamped my hand "PAID" And he stamped Dad's too. And then we left the line of clubbing-hopefuls. Sucks to suck!

And then we walked into the freakin' place. BOOM BOOM WAAAMP WAMMP blingablingabling! (Hindi lyrics) UN-TISS UN-TISS!
And everyone was jumping and dancing and singing every word. And so I was like, oh this is cool... Ok let's go home. But then the guy walked by with a hookah. Dad and I followed.

He led us to a big booth. I slid in next to a cute Indian couple. The waiter went to fetch us a hookah, so we were there alone with the couple. I was smiling so big cuz of the music! And I was looking around at everyone dancing! I actually wanted to jump up and down with them! But that's when I noticed... THERE WASN'T A SINGLE GIRL IN THIS CLUB. I mean, besides me and the girl-half of the cute couple next to me. I WAS THE ONLY GIRL.

Hookah came. Drinks came. And slowly but surely- attention came. I am telling you right now: I was Brittany Spears that night.

Dad sat on the outside of the booth and I sat on the inside. Even so, boys were leaning over the table to ask me my name. I was dancing my normal dances... But then I started copying everyone. And everyone wanted me to copy them. MY FACE WAS GETTING STARED THROUGH. Boys wanted my pictures. Boys wanted my picture so much that I had to start turning people down; "no, you already got a picture!" People were throwing off my groove tryna ask my name. Luckily, the owner of the bar (I guess) came and started blocking our booth off from the wild people. One guy had knocked over a drink! But I was just dancing and smiling to all the Indian dance music.

They were begging Dad to get up and dance with them. BEGGING. I thought that he should... Lol but he was starting to think this was a gay bar. Remember how I pointed out that boys walk around holding hands here? Yeah, so I was annoyed that Dad wasn't past that culture shock by now. But... I started noticing more and more gay-looking things. These guys were dancing together and singing to each other and holding hands and dancing!!!! So finally I had to ask the Indian guy next to me! And he said, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!! I'm starting to think that too!" and I LAUGHED. But he said it wasn't a gay club. So Dad got up to dance. Several times.

And I was just CHILLINNNN. Oh I was having so much fun!!! Several of the guys just wanted to chill too. This one guy wearing a blue turban was my BFF. He helped tell the creepers to get away and taught me good dance moves that i could do while sitting in my booth prison. I was living it up. And so was Dad... I took videos of that- just ask me next time you see me, I will show you all of them.

I got really annoyed with sitting in that booth. I could only see one part of the club. So I stood up. Everyone was having so much FREAKIN FUN AAAHHHH!!!! I loved the music so badly.
Keep in mind that the boys/men are still constantly swarming our booth. I was shooing people away and talking to others. Most people just wanted to know my name; "Anna!"

While i was standing on the booth I stuck my hand up to give one guy a high five. That was literally like throwing one steak to 100 starving wolverines. EVERY BOY NOW NEEDED A HIGH FIVE. Some even grabbed my hand and kissed it. I was ignoring everyone and trying to film people ... But Apparently there was so much ruckus over this that the security guy made me sit back down... But he didn't tell the new lady on the other bench to sit down! This made me mad.

Dad was having the time of his life, it seemed like.

The DJ played "Sexy and I Know It"... Finally I got to sing to them. They laughed. Maybe one day in my LIFE I will go without hearing this song, Briana.

When I had to go to the bathroom we had to hire a convoy to transport me through the wolverines.

There was one pack of dudes who just wanted to yell and holler and dance and sing to me and Dad. They were so awesome!! And they kept the nasties away.

Last call was at an embarrassing hour (like 11pm). So we all filed out. We ran into the nice boys in the street as we tried to find a taxi. Pictures pictures. I gave them all fist bumps to say bye... And they taught me to say "shekdeman" when fist bumping. That turned into an episode. I was shekdemanning everyone I saw from the club. That made them all so excited! I WAS PUMPED! And Dad was laughing!



AHHHHH SO MUCH FUN!!!!!!!!
I have doubled my Facebook presence since being here. I just keep wondering what their captions under our pictures will say.


We got a taxi and rode home. I hung my head out the window the whole ride to watch the stars. They have the same ones here.

I don't know what I'm gonna do when I get home to the states and boys aren't staring at me or begging for pictures or grabbing my hands. I'm not gonna be able to deal with all this male attention disappearing. Boys boys boys. *sigh* maybe I can find a way to live without it.