When the wife’s away…
Having a young family, the opportunity to be a nocturnal party animal doesn’t happen very often. However, the family have left me again for two weeks to fend for myself in this big, scary world and as a few colleagues were hitting the nightclubs, I thought I would join them. Especially as I knew that my sweet little 5.30 alarm calls would not be present the following morning.
The evening started in the Old Town where a stage had been set up for a Summer Jazz Festival, which certainly drew the crowds out. That and the temperature was a muggy 25 degrees so it was a good reason to be outdoors. Here are the crowds in the market square last night around 8pm:

As we couldn’t get near the stage and the combined body heat of a few thousand people had risen the temperature by a few degrees, my friend and I popped round the corner for a pizza. By the time we ventured out, the storm clouds were moving in and people were scampering away like mice, leaving the poor jazz singer looking rather dejected. As one of my colleagues is new to Warsaw, we thought we would treat him to
what surely has to be the biggest Marguarita in the city (sold in flower vases! - see photo), and took him to ‘The Mexican’. The problem is they go down far too easily and by the time you’ve had a couple (or even 4), your ability to focus and walk vertically has completely left you. So a good place to start a night out then!
By this time the thunderstorm had passed, leaving pools of water everywhere, but the air feeling much cooler. Next stop, the ‘Opera Club’, a nightclub situated under the Grand Theater Opera House among the brick tunnels and archways of the basement where ‘Happy Hour’ starts at 3am. Access is via a spiral staircase, giving the impression of really venturing under the city - quite an amazing place. Of course, once you’re down there, it’s all hardcore dance music and Red Bull fuelled, scantily clad girls girating against each other and anything else standing nearby. Having said this, there was a really good atmosphere here and none of the drunken brawling or beer throwing antics found in the UK. People were genuinely having a good time and enjoying the dancing, rather than the drinking.
Left here about 4am and decided to have a night-cap in supposedly one of the classiest clubs in the city, Cinnamon. A first time for me, and somewhat different to where we had just left. This is one of the ‘places to be seen’ and you feel this when you walk in. It’s all about style and fashion and attracts all the celebrities. The bar staff all have intricate looking tattoes on the left side of their faces (one can assume they are not real, but they are quite effective) and frequently climb on to the bar to join some of the spaced-out girls to girate to the ear-splitting dance beat. Clearly any inhibitions had been left outside on the street.
Following a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs at my friend’s place (washed down with a vodka and apple juice) I managed to crawl into bed around 7am. When we left Cinnamon, it was still heaving with people. I don’t think this place ever closes - or maybe it does once their supply of Red Bull is expended.
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