~MoonPuppy4eva

When you go to a different country, you expect it to be a little different, different food and a different language. It is so much more than that.

Tonight a group of like seven of us were going down to a dance club at the bottom of the hotel. This dance club was also a bar, although we did not go to drink but to dance.

Last night we were able to go in fine with no problem. But tonight you had to pay 30 crowns along with showing ID. So we did not go in, but the group of jump-ropers next to us, from the ghetto of sinsinati were going to try to get in anyway. they were going to try to simply push past the bouncer. The bouncer was pushing them out, and shoved a girl, so another girl threw the noodles she was eating in his face. He hit her, so one of the scrawny little boys tried to jump him and ended up being beat up pretty bad himself. the guys we were with got us out of the way, so we were fine.

After it happened, it seemed like seconds, the group that had been hit by the jumper, started to laugh about how they could have taken the bouncer (who was HUGE), they were pulling out chains.

I know that they were just joking, but it was still one of the scariest nights of my life, especially since everyone was making jokes about it.