...And after we ran away from the security guards like boys out of the girl's change room, we figured it was about time to head out on the town. So, with numbers in force and monopoly money in our pockets, we headed out to the town of Kuta for some great fun with the locals; and we weren't to be disappointed as the run in with the security guards was only the tip of the ice berg.
Leaving the hotel the group of us piled into a couple cabs and headed into the bar district which resembles River Splash (a Milwaukee celebration), except with miniature streets, the smell of sewer (I guess that is sort of like Milwaukee...) and much seedier looking people. After walking around for about 25 minutes finding our co-workers' friend (she is Australian but now lives in Indonesia), our first stop for the night was some random bar I don't know the name of. I don't know the name of it because my friend Adam and I went in, looked around, and ran back out because we were pretty sure we walked into a gang bar.
The second stop for the night was at the Sky bar, a much classier establishment that resembles a 3 story apartment building in Chicago (tall and thin). The bar is located on the top story, with an open top, and music louder than a KISS concert. A great place to hang out with a group, but not a great place to socialize with co-workers. Still though, the view was fantastic as we drank under the stars and looked out over the entire street scene below. Quite a site as we saw no less than a dozen people almost get run over by cars and motor-bikes.
One by one people headed back to hotel content with calling it a night. Feeling a bit tired myself but not quite ready to head home, Adam and I decided to move the party to a more upbeat and free-moving location. So down the stairs we went and over to our third stop of the night, The Bounty (named so because part of the exterior resembles a pirate ship). Wow...that's all I have to say. No words can quite describe this place, but I'll do my best. As you first walk in it looks like any other dance club, with an elevated dance floor, dance cages, and a massive bar. But, upon further inspection, you realize that all the lights are on, about 1/3 of the guys aren't wearing shirts (awkward...), and half the people are European, but that's besides the point. This place was a full-on dance club that serves alcohol in fish bowls and doesn't care when your 60 year old co-worker insists on coming along (he didn't know what he was in for).
Feeling in the groove and ready to shake my rump, we all set out for the dance floor with fish bowls in hand (except Gerry, the 60 year old) and some pep in our step. I'm pretty sure The Bounty has never seen a group of such awful dancers, so it's safe to say we are practically legends of the club. Soon though we were cutting a rug and watching our friend Ben (it was his birthday) ignore every girl who came up to talk to him; he wasn't ignoring them because he is a mean guy, he was ignoring them because he was too drunk and didn't realize they were talking with him. Beside Ben was his ever present companion Jason, who was much worse than he was and literally giving away money to people. Quality...
Ok, this has gotten long enough and I have some work to do. I'll try to write again tomorrow!!
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