You don’t have to be rich…

On Saturday we went to Flex, a club on the side of the Donaukanal near the Schottenring station. Although I hadn’t heard of him, the DJ headlining was, Madeon, a 17 year old from Nantes, France, with whom Guillaume was familiar. They played House/Electro – not something I would usually listen to, but I’m not too exigent with music so, despite the whopping €12 entry, it was a great night. The main hall soon got extremely hot so the French girls began fanning themselves with flyers whilst dancing – it actually looked pretty stylish! Next to the main dance hall, was a (free entry) drinks lounge called Flexcafé with sofas and a bar. The music there was mostly indie and the atmosphere is a lot more relaxed - definitely somewhere I’d go back to for a few laidback drinks.

On Sunday I met up with Federico, who I had met in the halls, and we went to Schwedenplatz to have some drinks with his Italian friends. Then on Monday, our final flatmate, Marco, arrived back from a trip home to Italy. I realised that day that I was almost out of money; I had brought euros over with me, but as yet have not transferred any money to my Austrian account. I therefore faced the decision of whether to stay in and conserve my last 10 euros – not knowing when I would get money through – or to go out to the Erasmus Lounge again. I made the sensible decision and decided to go early to the club and take advantage of the 50-cent-a cocktail offer. Arriving at the Ride Club, I cursed myself for not yet getting an ESN card (required for free entry), and proceeded to ‘explain’ to the girl at the desk that I had ‘left it at home’.

Once in the club we proceeded to knock back as many drinks as we could before the price change at 8pm. We met a few new faces and I had a fun time asking people to guess my nationality if they asked – unbelievably not one person has guessed English first time – I’ve even had people guessing Belgium, Austrian and Hungarian. With a Polish girl I even hinted ‘I’m speaking impeccable English, so where do you think I’m from?’ – to which she replied ‘America?’. 

The next day we decided to go to the ESN Carnival Party at S-Club near the Karlsplatz station. Due to my lack of money, my costume was Lei for €1 and some Hawaiian shorts I thought I’d only be wearing in summer. Marco went as Comandante Schettino and we made a last minute costume out of some cereal boxes for Guillaume. The club was good but absolutely packed!

[In this picture i am talking to Marco - NOT kissing him!]