Late Night London

Last night, Dana, Courtney and I went to a very exclusive club called Paper that our school was promoting. Everyone looked like a celerity and there were Chandeliers and blue smoke everywhere. The staff were all dressed up with the men in suits and all the girls in tiny red dresses. Tonight, Dana and I went out again to escape cabin fever in the dorms and get away from the horrid girls. We went to Zoo bar and its was pretty crazy. I mean it was like being at a party that we weren't invited to. I had fun withe Dana, but it was like we were targeted by every guy in there because we were just two girls dancing with each other. We spent the night avoiding those who followed us, but had fun laughing about it. Can't do that too often because its pricey, but it was really really cool to see how London functions after hours. Here are some of the unforgettable moments.

Promoter: Would you girls like to go to a club tonight, you look like nice American girls, common you Americans would love this club!
Me: WE'RE FROM CANADA!
Dana: Jenna, don't lie!
Me: That's what everyone tells us to do!
Dana: Only in threatening situations
Me: I felt threatened

Italian Boy: Ciao! I just want to say, you are very beautiful.
Me: Thanks
Italian Boy: Where are you from?
Me: New Jersey...in the states?
Italian Boy: Ohh is that like ...in the middle.
Me: No...actually... its a small Island off the coast of California.
Italian Boy: Oh yes! It sounds like a wonderful place.

Dana: Where did you get that Lollipop?
Irish Boy: The bathroom, you want one?
Dana: No.... I'm good thanks.

Me: What time is it?
Dana: I don't' know. Where's Big Ben when you need him?
Me: Actually, I was reading that Big Ben is technically the bell, not the clock.
Dana: You need to get out more.

Spanish Boys: Hey girls!!!!
Dana: OMG they're following us!
(cornered by two Spanish boys that I'm physically pushing off us)
Boy 1: Don't worry I won't touch you.
Me: I know, because you will be sorry if you do.
Boy 1: where are you from?
Me: Jersey
Boy 1: Oh I'd really like to go someday.
Me: Get any closer to me and you might never get the chance.
Dana: Jenna are you thirsty lets get water!!!
Boy 2: Can we come?
Me and Dana: NO!

DJ: Well we're closing guys its now 3 AM
Dana: How is that possible an hour ago it was 1PM!
Me: AH, its daylight savings! I can't believe I'm still out!
Dana: What? I so wasn't prepared for this.
(riots of people break out because they are too drunk to know why the club is closing early)
Dana: I never saw this coming.
Me: Quickly, before I turn into a pumpkin.
Dana: what?
Me: Lets just go home.

(on the bus)
Dana: I just love London at night!
Me: Why?
(loud banging on the bus doors while at a stop light by a blonde British boy)
Boy: I've got a ticket let me on!
Driver: You've go to go to the bus stop its 3 blocks down!
(Bus pulls away and boy sprints alongside the bus for three solid blocks)
Boy: I hope this is the right bus!
(boy sits panting for five minutes)
Boy: (to driver) does this go to Marlin road? I think its just off this street down the way.
Driver: I don't' think so.
Boy: Wait wait why are you turning left?
Driver: because that the route of this bus
Boy: but that's not where I want to go.
Driver: well then I suggest you get on another bus.
Boy: I'm new to London and I don't' really know where I'm going, and I bought this ticket off the street for one Quid and I'm not even sure if its valid. Is this ticket valid?
Driver: Its fine
Boy: I could have sworn I saw my mates get on this bus... is this going to Shepard's district?
Driver: No you are on the wrong bus going in the wrong direction.
Boy: But I just ran all that way to get on this bus...
Driver: ...that's heading in the wrong direction
Boy: NO! (starts crying) YOU JUST RUINED MY LIFE!
Driver: If you get off here and take the next bus you'll get where you need to go.
Boy: If I were sober I'd appreciate your instructions, but I'm very not sober, so this is not helping. Do you have the number of a taxi?
Driver: No
Boy: But you are a bus driver...
Driver: Yes, I don't have friends that drive taxi's.
Boy: Are you sure?
Driver: Yes.
Boy to passengers: Doesn't anyone have a number for a taxi?
(Boy sits down in front of bus doors)
Boy: Fine then I'll just ride this all the way to the end and see where it takes me.
(Bus stops. Doors swing open and smack the boy in the head)
Driver: watch out for the doors
Boy: Yea, thanks
(Dana and I step over him to get off the bus)
Boy: Cheers girls!
Me: I like London at night too, Dana.
Dana: See!