A Night Out in Cardiff

Though I had went out a several times in London, (had a great time) I hadn't not went out in Cardiff since school started. So last night I decided to go out with my flat mates in Cardiff. I decided to go since my mates had ask me several times before and I would always say no. Plus they said at Club Revolution they were going to play hip hop music.

We were suppose to head there around 8:30 so we can get in for free. However, we ended up not leaving out flat till 10:30 pm. In between that time I had thought about telling them never mind, but as soon as I got ready to tell them it was time to go.

When we arrived, there was a long queue. My flat mate Kristen and I queue jumped a few people. Once inside I realized this wasn't my crowd and maybe I should have stayed home. Though I don't have much of a problem with mix-raced clubs, I do have a problem with mostly white clubs. That night Revolution was definitely not my cup of tea. There were about ten minorities, only two of them (including me) were of darker-skin. Now I can go to class and be the only black girl/brown-skinned/the other and be fine, somewhat comfortable. But I can't go to a white club where it is suppose to be a social relaxed environment and still maintain some degree of comfort.

To mask my discomfort I put my shades (sunglasses) on. Immediately someone ask me why do I have on sunglasses in the club, since we are inside and the sun has gone. I just a forced laugh. (Normally at the Nigerian clubs, some people wear sunglasses. There is this sense mysteriousness, which is why i wear them. Everyone is somewhat like who is that) Sometimes you have to laugh at people's audacity, because it's not enough hours in day to spend time correcting people. That was the first thing.

Then I noticed that many of the girls were drunk or almost drunk. The legal drinking age here starts at 18. I don't drink period. To me drinking is just unattractive, not appealing. Now I don't have a problem with other people drinking, but please make sure you can handle the drinks.

Everyone was pushing and shoving as the wall by even though it wasn't necessary. All they had to do was say excuse me. We hadn't been for a hour yet and I was thinking to myself, 'Lord don't let me loose my temper, just let me stay cool, calm, and collected tonight.' I knew either the drunkenness, pushing, or someone stepping on my shoes had potential to upset me.

In addition to all that, I wasn't thrilled about the music selections. I like to hear a mix of American hip-hop, funky house, rap, rnb, afro-pop, bashment, and Nigerian Hip-Hop. That night at the club they played a tad bit of hip-hop mixed in with everything I don't like!

And then the un-forgivable happened. A girl spilled her drink on my leg. So now my one side of my stockings are wet with alcohol. The girl acts like she didn't spill anything (no apology). Of course, now I'm getting pissed out. I say to the girl you just spilled your drink. She just looks at me and throw her arms up in the air like oh well. Now I'm not a fighter, but I just wanted to slap some sense into her. Her friend sensing my rage pulls her away. I turn to my flat mate and tell her what just happen. As I'm talking the girl's friend comes up and says she didn't mean too. In my mind that is still the wrong response and in no way acceptable. Right then I knew it was time for me to go for sometimes else happened. I was never so happy that I had brought extra money to cover my own cab fare. Once I got back to the room, I thought to myself I'm not never going out in Cardiff again. Today is a new day and I have decided I will give Cardiff's night life one more try, before I say it's rubbish for people like me.


Cheers,
Black Girl in Wales