Club flex

The first night we were here, Ferdi met up with one of his friends who is a local to Vienna. We asked him what the best place to go out was and he said this place called club flex.

Last night the group decided that we would go out and since we didn't know of any other place, club flex it was.

To be honest, I hate clubs but I figured that this would be as good of a time as any to experience the euro techno scene. This was a place that came recommended by a local too so I figured it had to be fun.

First of all we had no idea where the place actually was but we knew it was in the Dow town area so we just hopped on the train and tried to find some English speaking locals, or not even locals but just people that had heard of this place.

After quite a bit of wandering (we had pregamed quite well too so we didn't really have our wits about us) we found some people who knew where it was.

When we got there we all got beers (4 something euros a beer. I need a better exchange rate) but there wasn't really a club anywhere. Nor was it really packed. The place was down on the water, and the bar was open to the air, so it didn't really have any doors.

Turns out the dance part as in the basement and it was pretty much what I would expect from a place called flex. Lot of "un-ch un-ch" bass heavy music, a ton of strobes and laser lights, and it was about 120 degrees.

We formed a little pocket for ourselvs and got to danceing. It was really fun too. I could hear a thing from what anyone was saying but who cares. I spent most of the time stepping in on guys dancing up on girls from our group because the girls wanted none of that, so they were always happy to see me. We did also get up on some stage somehow and then a 5' 5" bounced started shoving me and yelling at me in german so I got down.

Since the trains were not running we had to walk back. As it turns out it was Andrea's birthday once the clock hit midnight. Now Andrea claimed she weighed 100 pounds (I'd say maybe if she was wet) and she was teching me and August salsa dancing before we went downstairs, so I gave he a piggy back ride which some turned into on my sholders. Everything was fine until I tried to walk down a grassy slope and then I bit it (boat shoes = 0 traction on grass). Andrea was fine, I was fine but this morning I defiatly felt the effects of it. My right sholder is killing me and I can't really move my arm without pain (I'm sure I'll be fine for those who worry about me).

The moral of the story is Andy was an idiot again while drinking so for like the thousandth time in my life, I'm vowing never to drink again. I might last until lunch with this one.