Pacha

Last night Pam, Cory and I went to a club called Pacha, about a 10-15 min. walk from my apartment. Courtney had to stay home due to food poisoning, poor girl :-/. It was a big of an ordeal..we were supposed to meet up with Courtney's friend Hannah and our friend Amy at the Tribunal metro stop, which I somehow made out to be the Chueca stop...well, of course we figured that out en route to Chueca and had to backtrack. Poor Amy was standing in the cold by herself waiting for us for a half hour before she finaly called my cell from a pay phone. But all was well, we met up with Amy and rolled into Pacha. The club was very posh, 15 euros to get in..a huge bottom floor with a stage and crazy lights and fog. Of course that floor played eurotrash techno, not really my thing, so we went upstairs where it was mainly hip hop and yes, reggaeton! Sadly it quickly became the Drunk American Exchange Student floor, but we met some really nice black French guys who were both good dancers and extremely respectful of us. What a combination!

Here's a few pics for your viewing pleasure.

Me, Pam, and our friend Amy


Pam, Jess, our roommate Cory, Amy, Hannah