As my Saturday has been rather quiet day due to sleeping for the most part. My tonsillitis is bothering me, well has been for the past couple of weeks. Earlier this week it came back and I wasn’t able to rest as much as I wanted to, so I chose to rest today. I was going to work on my photos but I felt restless, I could not concentrate on the work I was doing. With this project, I want to focus, as brainless as this stage may be. Instead, I ended up daydreaming about moving to a new country and talking to friends on Facebook. Can I just say that I love the friends I have in my life? No matter who I am talking with, even if they’re across the ocean (well, most are since Ireland is an island), the connection has not changed. In fact, I’ve become closer with people whom I’ve not thought I would. With whom I wasn’t that close when they lived here but still liked hanging out with them when I did see them.
Getting sidetracked here a bit again. I was procrastinating many things as I usually do. It was getting closer to 7 PM and I had to push myself to do something. Anything. I started cleaning up the place while waiting for the shower to heat up. Am I glad to have cleaned up, it was getting too much for me, when the house is cluttered so is my mind. I wasn’t feeling like going anywhere that day, least of all going out. Well maybe if my friends had said they would go to Diceys with me but they wanted to go elsewhere which is further away from me. Being in the shower I thought to myself what have I got to lose, besides I haven’t gone out for a few weeks and otherwise I’d be cooped up inside locked in my head. Besides, one of my friends F. she just moved back here so it’d be nice to catch up. I start getting ready for the night out. Putting on Dutch house music to get me in the mood. Rushing out the door as I realized I only had 15 minutes till the bus came and I wasn’t even ready. Just took everything I needed with me and waited for the bus to arrive and putting the final touches on the bus.
I take the bus further to South side of Dublin than I normally do but I still end up being about a kilometer off this place. I didn’t actually mind because the night was warm, which still had that late-summer feel to it. I could smell it. I love those kinds of nights. Since I didn’t exactly know where this place was, I put on the GPS on my phone. It took me through some smaller darker alleys, not knowing the area too well I was a bit nervous going through them. It seemed to be a quiet night in town anyways. I knew I’d be okay, was just more alert than usual.
Finally finding this club/bar, as J.Lo’s Jenny from the Block is playing in the background, I call my friends to ask where they were. Waiting for about ten minutes, they arrive. With the four of us, we get to the bar where we have to wait seemingly long to order our drinks. This place has so many floors and rooms, most of which have been booked for private parties. Since two of my friends smoke, we find the outside smoking area and stay there for awhile. I listen to what they are discussing, joining the conversation every once in awhile as I sip through my drink. I can feel the alcohol running through my veins, when I suddenly remember I hadn’t eaten much during the day. Once they’re finished smoking their cigarettes, we go downstairs to the actual club section and hit the dance floor.
We were wondering what’s going on as most of the people in this place were dressed up in costumes. Not bothered by it, just being curious. I put the empty glass on a table so I can dance more freely. We were actually one of the only ones to be dancing on the dance floor. Why is it that people are afraid to be the first ones to go dancing? That is the purpose of going to a club, right? Otherwise, you’d go to one of the hundred’s of pubs that Dublin has to offer. My friend points out that the DJ is a woman, it is not often that you have female DJ’s. The songs playing were not really my style of music but I still go with the flow. Thankfully there is a bar downstairs as well, so I go get my second drink of the night, and this bar isn’t as busy as the one upstairs so I get my drink almost immediately. As I get back on the dance floor, the DJ plays one of my all time favorite house anthems, Destination Calabria by Alex Gaudino. Suddenly I realize the floor is full with people dancing and enjoying themselves. Some more drunk than others, couples dancing together, some being off the floor to make out. I don’t care, I’m too lost in the beat, singing through the song all the way. Back in 2008-2009 when the song was a huge hit in the Netherlands, I used to listen to it a whole lot.
Getting accustomed to Dutch DJ’s and their standards, going to a club here is a bit of hell-ish experience for me. Dutch DJ’s have the top notch quality, it is no wonder so many become so popular. My ears have been trained so well that I can hear when the beat changes, I can anticipate what’s coming next. I hear the small hi-hats somewhere in the background giving the tempo while the bass drum gives the actual rhythm. In Ireland, the DJ’s aren’t that great to be honest, or I’ve not met one yet that would have the same standard. It is always so off-putting for me when the transition of the song does not go smooth and the following song is completely different tempo, different style. I never know what to do. However, I’ve become accustomed to this by now. I’ve lowered my standards and do not expect much anymore. Maybe because of that, I felt this DJ was better than average of what I’ve heard.
Following Destination Calabria was Macklemore’s most famous song Can’t Hold Us, even after over a year this song seems to get the crowd going. Now everyone was dancing and singing as loud as they could. We were no different. My guy friend E. was talking to some cute girls, doing what he does best. He is not your average Finnish male who stands in the background without moving a muscle or he needs to get absolutely wasted in order to talk to girls. Then again, he is from the capital town area, they’re different there.
After awhile, we decide to hit the bar once again before going for another smoke. We all have new drinks in our hands, following one another to the smoking area. I normally don’t smoke but F. offers me one and I took it. Since E. and I are drinking the same drink, he mentions that his drink is quite strong. We taste each other’s drinks, indeed his is stronger. We exchange them. Somehow, the glass slips from my hands and the drink nearly falls on his shirt and pants. I divided the drink into two glasses so both of us could enjoy a bit more. As we move away from the heat lamps, I check out the people who are outside. I happen to notice this guy who has the most ridiculous hair, it’s kind of long and super curly almost looking as if he has dreads. At a first glance, I thought it was a wig. He must have been mixed because at that light, he didn’t look black and was too tipsy to pay more attention to his other features. I was tempted to go ask him if it is a wig or his real hair but did not want to offend him. Instead, once everyone was done with their cigarettes, we went back downstairs.
The music had now changed from pop/dance to hiphop. Wanting to make up for the lost drink, I was looking for E. but he somehow got lost in the crowd. The rest of us stayed on the floor to dance. Once I saw him again, I immediately go to the bar to get us new drinks and hand it over to him. Just as I get back on the floor, Be Faithful by Fatman Scoop is playing. This gives me flashbacks to when I was younger and was watching the movie Save the Last Dance, dreaming of going to a hiphop club so I could dance to that particular song. It wasn’t a hiphop club but it certainly was the least expected song that I would hear that night. The DJ also played some other awesome hiphop songs. I was enjoying it thoroughly, and was extremely happy to have made the decision to go out. Shortly after, once E. had finished his drink, as usual he heads off to Coppers. They should name the place after him since he practically lives there. There are not many weekends that I’ve heard when he’s not been there.
F. and Ep. stay at this place and continue dancing. This is the point where I stop drinking and sit down for a minute, not because I feel sick but I need a breather. When in a crowded place like that, I still need to find the space to myself because I feel others’ vibrations quite intensely. The music has changed back to pop/dance. My friends are dancing and some other groups have joined them as well. I take out my phone and start writing. Yeah, I have the tendency to do that, write at any possible moment I can. I only write when I have something in mind or write about and lately it’s been quite a lot. I have been able to escape my thoughts and my mind till now. This is when I start thinking. Until I hear a proper Dutch house song, unfortunately I do not remember what it’s called. I put my phone away, take my friends’ drinks off the table and give it to them so I can join them to dance. This is what I mean. Dutch house just has a different sound. Though each DJ has their own sound, Dutch house is so recognizable to me. It is a sound I cannot resist. I go crazy, I get lost in the beat, the melody, the small notes and my feet follow the rhythm. The transition to the next song was quite smooth, wasn’t awkward like normally, and I hear the early beats of Put Your Hands Up For Detroit by Fedde LeGrand. Another goldie which will never get old, not at least in my book. This song was actually one of the first songs that introduced me to Dutch house music.
Once the song is over, the flow does not continue and I go back sitting again. I’m starting to get tired at this point. I’ve no desire to drink anymore, except water. The bar is too busy to get a glass of water. I enjoy watching the crowd dancing, I watch my friends dancing. They’re enjoying themselves. I take out my phone again and continue writing. Just random thoughts I have. Alors on Danse by Stromae comes on, so I decide to join my friends yet again on the floor. It is not often that I hear this song either. Stromae is an amazing artist from Belgium but he sings in French. He makes his own music from scratch and he actually has really interesting videos. He’s quite an artist, a talented one at that.
The music continues, I recognizes some of the songs. Songs I like but I’m too into my writing to be bothered to dance. My friends come up to me, asking if we could go to the smoking area. I follow them there. Once F. is done smoking, we realize it’s 2AM at this point. It seems all of us is getting tired, so we decide to head home. They offer for me to go sleep at Ep. & E’s place but I wanted to get to my own bed as I didn’t want to have the hassle of going home the following morning. So I take a taxi home. Ended up talking to the driver about my life. He asked me where I was from and said would never have guessed Finland. I asked him where he thought I was from, and he said that he can hear a bit of Irish accent but it keeps coming and going so he wouldn’t have known. When a native Irish person says I have a bit of an Irish accent, I take it as a compliment. It must have also been because I was tipsy and he had a very strong accent so I sort of started mimicking a little. That made me realize, how long I’ve actually stayed in the country. It’s crazy. I’m actually finally starting to enjoy living here, and the more I get to know Dublin the more it has grown on me. After two years of living here, I’m finally starting to know the city.
However, I now am conscious of my accent because I like to keep it neutral. I also do it on purpose. It is a nice guessing game for people as they have a hard time placing where I’m from. Some have come close, saying I’m from north Europe since south Europeans tend to have very strong and distinguished accents, same with eastern Europeans. Some Irish people have guessed I’d be from the States, and when I say no, they guess Canada. It should be taken as a compliment for it means I sound like a native speaker. To be honest, at this point, I feel English is my primary language and I’m trying to keep up with Finnish. Although consciously, I do switch thinking between English and Finnish as I don’t want to forget Finnish either.
At around 3AM I was finally ready to get to bed. It didn’t take me long to fall asleep. Unfortunately my body woke up before 8AM and I’ve been up ever since. It’s now afternoon and I’ve done two loads of laundry, edited photos for about an hour and been writing this another hour. I’m knackered now. Maybe I should unload the dishwasher and see if I could fall asleep for a little bit. I’m happy I didn’t drink more than I did because the last drink was just enough. I am happy I did go out though despite the feeling of not wanting to, I ended up having fun and danced my butt off. I was able to escape my mind. It was exactly what I needed.