Every monday, special party at Gravatacia (club not 20 meters away from dorm for stumbling capabilities)
Every wednesday, special party at "No Name Club."
Weekend: Travel? or... you guessed it, drink in Rynek.
Friday (piatek), no classes, holy day of rest in Polska.
Sunday, nothing is open, holy day of rest.
I know it will be different once actual classes start, but this is so drastically different from my Chapman "life" that it's frustrating that I'm not more prolific. That's my own choice, but somehow I'm never bored...
Last monday I was on my way to super special Gravatacia party with my German friends, they're from Hamburg and Munich. Anna and Simon from Munich, Julie, who I learned was a model today, from Hamburg. We were with three others, in the elevator we started beat-boxing... of course... and decided to jump as the elevator was about to land, half of us in the elevator partook including myself and then it...stopped.
In between floors, seven people in an elevator no bigger than a broom closet. I try my cell phone, no reception, we start to yell, at first I just think people assume we're drunk, which we are, but are in need of help none the less, so? we wait.
10 minutes: This is all the jumpers fault.
15 minutes: Let's take our coats off.
20 minutes: Fuck it, I'm sitting down.
30 minutes: Let's play "I'm mad about, I'm sad about, I'm glad about,"
Julie "I'm mad at the jumpers...."
40 minutes: My buzz is wearing off...
45 minutes: Yell? no.. they know? I hope so...
50 minutes: SALVATION!
A polish man comes and literally pries the elevator doors open with a wrench like tool, we're in between floors so we have to jump up a bit.
That elevator rode us dirty.
So happy to get outside in the cold, we run to the club and I fall on the icy stairs and bruise the hell out of my thigh.
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