The Friendship Organisation

Tonight, my friends and I are going to a club called "Atmospheer" (yes, that's how it's spelt). I haven't been to this club before, or rather, I haven't been inside the club. Two weeks ago my other friends and I went there to take one of my friend's boyfriend out (he's from Wales) and they decided on this place. I was driving and none of us knew where the place was so we were driving around for an hour before we found the place (we asked for directions). For a start, the club we were going to is in Athlone, a dodgy place in some industrial area. While we were getting lost we ended up in really dodge areas, like Hanover Park (although, my grandparents used to live there - my father grew up there - they moved out there thank goodness. And when I was a child my brothers and I used to live with them during the holidays). Everyone was so afraid we were going to get hijacked or killed or something. Those things do happen there. We had free tickets into the club but they we're only valid until 23.00 and we got there at 10.25 to a long queue. We finally got into the club (or at least to the place where you pay), however, it was 23.05 and they wouldn't accept the complimentary tickets. My friend explained our situation and even told the woman that our friend came all the way from England (that's where he's living now) to see this place. The reason why we were so desperate to get our comps accepted was because it costs R40 to get into the club (and we didn't want to spend that much). I mean, I spend about R40 in one night when I go out. Mat (our British friend) started taking money out of his wallet and told me that it'd only cost him about ₤20, but I told him he shouldn't. He'd been paying for all my drinks whenever we went out, which was very generous of him, but he couldn't do it all the time. Actually, the woman would have let us in, but then there were girls who, for some reason, we're standing there. They also had comps and told us, if they had to pay to get in then we have to as well. So we decided to leave. We decided on going to Long Street (because everyone that comes to Cape Town has to see Long Street cf. previous post "Long Street - Cape Town's main vein"). I let Mat drive (which was illegal) because he'd wanted to since he came here. I didn't know then, but he told me afterwards, that he didn't have his licence and he hadn't driven in a year before then. But he drove fine. He did get caught speeding by a camera, but he wasn't going too fast so I doubt I'll get a fine. I hope I don't get a fine, because I never got one before. But, Long Street wasn't that great. We just played some pool and that was it. We we're all tired on account of the night before so we just wanted to go home. The night before was great. It was Mat's last weekend in South Africa so we wanted tke him out every night. We went to Edward Street (which pales in comparison to Long Street). We went to this two clubs, the first of which Mat (and a few of us) hated. It was too hot for him, the meager fan did nothing to cool us inside and he kept going outside. That night was actually one of the first nights that I enjoyed dancing. It was also a bit strange to see a bunch of people we went to high school with. Some of them were really different, others still the same (and maybe I'm part of the latter). We decided, then, to go to another club, which had the theme: Oscar night. Mat and I played pool for about three or four hours straight; interrupted by a girl that wanted to challenge the previous winner (which was me). It was a good thing that I won, because Mat didn't know how Eurika (his girlfriend) would react if he played with her. The funny thing is when he told her she had a funny look on her face, but then she told him he wouldn't have been offended. But after that expression she had, he still wasn't sure. Later that girl and her friends asked me to join them at another club. They were nice, but I didn't want to go. I'm not someone who discriminates, but they said they were from Mitchell's Plain. And that's all I'm saying.

So, after the Long Street thing, we went home. And that was the last time I saw Mat, but he will return in January next year.