The Club Can’t Handle Me Right Now. Or Maybe I Can’t Handle It?

I got to hang out with two Tech friends, Ankita and Urvashi, today.

Urvashi had gotten us on the guest list to a party at Bangalore Central. I wasn’t entirely sure what that was, but if it involved dancing? Sign me up.

Bangalore Central is a mall.

There is a club on top of a mall. (The floor above the grocery store, to be precise.)

And when we got there – at 3 in the afternoon – one DJ had already finished, and people were milling around the dance floor.

And at the corner of the dance floor, a group of boys were crowded around pitchers of beer. The drinking age here isn’t low; it’s non-existent. (I have now asked over twenty people – all of different ages and backgrounds – and they have all given me different answers.) Those boys couldn’t have been past junior-high school.

So at 3 o clock on a Sunday afternoon, I found myself in a club on top of a grocery store, surrounded by drunk kids (literally, kids), dancing to a DJ.

The previous DJ was walking around, passing out fans and lollipops.

Paper fans and apple-flavored lollipops.

This was by-far the strangest clubbing experience ever.

But I had a strangely good time.

-June 5th