The Orc and the red dance-party

It started out as any other night.  A group of the Cádiz kids mixing with the Seville kids in the Plaza outside of the hotel.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see it: an Orc.  Yes, indeed this was something out of a Lord of the Rings movie...He wore an animal skin vest, animal boots, carried a very large walking stick with some sort of animal hanging off.  He had ears larger than an elf's, and a nose longer than a bird's beak...and of course we followed him down the maze of streets in downtown Madrid.  A group of Americans being escorted down the streets of Madrid by a troll.  We arrived at this hole in the wall bordered by steel grates and two bouncers standing under a small sign that read "Boite".  Red light oozed out of the opening in the building onto the cobblestone streets and onto our new orc-troll guide.  Everyone started filing into the entrance like cows going to slaughter.  The stairs led down and turned and continued down under the streets of Madrid, music growing louder and louder, pulsing, electronic, until we entered.  In front of me was a red room: bar to the right, dance floor to the left.  Further up was a lounge area that led onto the main dance-floor pit like area.  The DJ was playing some Euro-house music and Spanish people were dancing and moving their feet to the repetitious beat of the bass.  THIS, was my first Spanish club.  I will refer to these as discotecas because although they may seem similar to American clubs, they have a completely different atmosphere.

Example: There is no grinding in discotecas.  Though Colosseum in Providence my be solely grinding, Spanish people prefer to dance in large groups of friends and not really touch eachother.  Example 2: Sexuality is far less necessary.  Girls actually wear outfits that you'd see on the street and not those extremely skimpy skirts with over-done makeup and accentuation body parts *cough cough*.  It was quite nice to be totally honest.

We went to the discoteca at around midnight and left at around 3:30am which was when the party just started to begin.  At around 1am-2am people flooded in and at around 2:30 a guy came in with bongo drums and got on top of the bar and the DJ station and played along to the remixes of "Alors on danse", Black eyed peas, Duck Sauce's "Barbra Streisand" etc which vibrated throughout the small underground club pulsating through everyone's bodies.  It was a sight to be seen and I must say, the nightlife here is amazing, safe, and now I understand why Spain is well known for the Siesta.

Heading out for some dinner
Kevin (11:02pm)