At the end of January our hotel had its Awards Gala evening, which was actually our Christmas party. The Harris' were able to join me as my guests for the event, held at another major hotel in the city. Our hotel reciprocates by catering the other hotel's dinner, which was held last Sunday.
It was so nice to get dressed up, have a fancy meal with good friends, and dance till dawn. The Harris' had to leave relatively early due to their babysitter, but I was glad they were able to join me.
Well, I guess I actually only danced until 12:30 a.m. when our gala ended and the music stopped. But a group of us, including my two top supervisors, went to the afterbars. My first time hitting the Cardiff night life!
We went first to Sodabar. Not impressed. It is quite the 'poseur' place, and everyone was sooooo young and soooo trying to make an impression. A few of us found seats on a lounge couch and watched the action, trying to figure out what made a second level nearby worth the 'special entry' accorded it. One of the women I was with braved crossing the lower level dance floor, jammed tight with bodies, to use the 'toilet', or 'loo' as they say here. She came back saying women were fighting in the loo, throwing shot glasses over her stall at each other.
After about 45 minutes at this scary venue we went on to the Lava Lounge, which turned out to be my kind of place. Mostly young students danced with abandon, lost in the music and the fuel. The dance floor was accessible with room to move, but many just danced wherever they were. This was a Sunday night and I was amazed to see both bars packed.
We saw the lights come on at 4 a.m. with closure and I shared a cab home, making it back by 5 in the morning.
Gooooood, goooood night!
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