According to Britney, I couldn’t leave France (I know I
lived in Switzerland, but it was pretty much France) without going to Macumba,
the hottest night club in France (I’m sure there are none hotter in Paris). We
had dinner with Britney at her weekly Friday lunch spot and then went to
Veronique’s apartment before going out. We had some drinks, listened to French
rap, and took pictures. I haven’t left to go out after 11 in a long time.
Macuma was enormous. There were several rooms, and each had
a different theme: foam (which I don’t go to after an unfortunate incident
sophomore year of college when I found out I am allergic to foam), 80's,
Latino, black/African, and a room for people in their 30's and 40's. They also
had a swimming pool. We went to the 30’s / 40’s room, and Whit and I snuck in
because we are still in our 20’s. Rebels. We danced the night away. You know it
is a late night when someone in your group asks if we should go to breakfast as
you leave. On our way home at 5am, Veronique kept telling us that she could
have danced all night… if getting home after 5 isn’t all night, I’m not sure
what is.
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