The Long Odyssey to the Club

Woke up at 7:30 with a club night to organize in two and a half hours. Naturally everything landed on me. Phone and messenger open, calling André about ten times before he picked up. Irina and Ana texting for information already. Threw a pizza in the oven.

Couldn’t reach Lisa. André called back asking if Lisa was even going. Called Lisa, told her to grab Irina and Daja if she was heading. Maybe there was space, maybe Tina was coming, she wasn’t sure. Texted Ana—she said wait. Then Andrea called: Tina was definitely in. André called again wanting to know when we’d pick him up. I didn’t know. Pizza nearly caught fire. I’m running around the apartment in boxer shorts.

Half-burnt pizza in one hand, Lisa on the phone in the other. 10:30, she said. Texted Irina the plan, told André to be ready. Realized I still had conditioner in my hair.

Lisa’s car had no CD player. My face cream was gone, so I grabbed whatever was there. Felt it immediately sliding off my skin like my face was rejecting it. Ran to André’s bathroom, washed it off, slapped on the Nivea.

Finally held a cold beer. Would’ve been better with the rum André keeps hidden in his kitchen, but I took what I got. Lisa spent half an hour circling for a decent parking spot. When we finally found everyone, the night could start.

Was it worth the chaos? Sort of. I’ve had better club nights. But this one worked. Found my old classmate Hobi. Messed around with Bianca. Got to know Daja properly—she’s the kind of chaos person that actually makes these things fun. Probably wouldn’t have happened without her.

Not amazing. Just solid. The kind of night that only works if you’re willing to let it almost completely fall apart. Though if Blizzard had actually sent that beta key like they’ve been promising, I probably would’ve blown the whole thing off and stayed home gaming anyway.