“Want to come to a heavy death metal club with me tomorrow night?” Claudia asked me in the kitchen.
“Yea sure, why not? I’ve never been to one.” I replied.
Claudia is from Madrid in Spain and she is quite an interesting character. She has so much energy and laughs a lot! But I can only handle her in small doses. Really small does and last night I didn’t know my limit with her or how much I can handle, so I had an overdoes of Claudia and I felt like my head was going to explode.
We arrived at the so called “club” and it was merely just a bar that plays rock music really loudly. The scene of this bar was either old people trying to hit on young girls or really rocker people who wore more make-up than I do. We sat between the DJ and the bar and it was nice with the candle in the middle and everything. I was with three Spanish girls. I had a overdoes on two of them. Claudia tends to wear black and she swings both ways with boys and gals. She wore a red short skirt that looked like a kilt with skin colored tights and black boots and a black leather jacket. When we were walking I noticed that many people were staring at us really funny.
“I want to meet my Viking tonight or else I will not be able to sleep. I want to flirt and meet a rocker guy.” Claudia laughed. When Claudia laughs it’s a specific and unique laugh. It tends wakes me up sometimes. What she does is stare at you in the eye to make sure that you are listening and agreeing with her (which in this case was more of a statement than a joke) and burst out this repetitive laugh. It’s like a laugh that is played on a track over and over.
I was sitting there listening to Claudia and Silvia, the other Spanish girl, and listening to their body language. I was just so uncomfortable. Really. It was 11 at night and we didn’t get home until 3 in the morning and my head was going to explode. She was dancing and singing and having fun, but I was not feeling it. I wanted to kill myself because my heart was feeling like I took too many drugs or something. Not that I’ve ever overdosed on drugs to know how it feels but after watching Pulp Fiction with Uma Thurman and that scene when she was smoking cocaine and she fell to the floor with white foam coming out of her mouth, that was the intense feeling that I felt last night and the only thing that could have saved me was an adrenaline shot through the chest. Okay, okay, it wasn’t that intense.
I went into my room and I screamed and felt like I needed to scream in my pillow too. It was an interesting experience and I just had to tell this experience. The next day I saw her, it was back to normal, but I’m only lasting 10 minutes with her.
Other than that, I’ve been going to school and going out to places with my colleagues. There’s always something happening. The other night, the Spanish students made a Sangria night for all of us. We were out in the middle of all the apartment buildings where the fire pits are at and huddled under the overhang to hide from the rain. This particular Sangria had wine, gin, orange juice, and plenty of sweet fruits. To me and the rest of the students, it tasted exactly like juice. We started this party at around 5 in the afternoon and by 8 PM, the sneaky little Sangria hit most of us and we were dancing and singing to Spanish songs. Spanish people are great!
Tune in for the next blog,
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