Friday, September 17, 2010

The Vagabond: You Are No One. You Are Everyone.

Ask any one of my bestfriends about my party habit. They'd tell you that I have none. I do go to clubs, but not with a backpack full of excitement. I'm not the kind of girl whose idea of having a great time is being in a hip club crammed with people with music I don't get. 

Jakarta, being an up and coming party city of Asia, has lots of great clubs. I usually went to those clubs when I had to write about them or when I was with my husband's friends who casually enjoy a night out in one of those glamorous clubs, most probably wanting to treat their eyes to the sight of beautiful girls. I usually had a drink in my hand, trying hard to enjoy the music. Never was I the life of the party. On the contrary, I was always awkward and stiff, not willing to let go.

Nonetheless, I did have my share of fun in some clubs. Trying to sort out my memories of those good times, I have come to a conclusion that I never enjoyed clubs that are crammed with people, clubs with people who go there just to "score", clubs with "peacocks"aka people who dress up like there is no tomorrow, clubs with ridiculously tight security, clubs that make their guests dress in a certain "proper" way, clubs with certain music (RnB, Hip Hop, tacky house music), clubs that are simply overrated. And you would know that a club is overrated when it (the club) and the people are just trying too damn hard to be hip.

Anyways, during my stay in Miami, my traveling partners and I wanted to get a taste of the party scene there. The one that is famously known as one of the best in the country. To be honest, I was not as excited to party in Miami as I was excited to go to its beach and eat its food. Again, to party is never my best talent.

Since we went there during the Labor Day weekend, it was to be expected that the city is FULL of tourists and like us, they wanted to have a good time. So when we head out on Saturday night to go to this supposedly best club in Miami, called Mansion, we were competing with thousands of other people.

Mansion is located on South Beach, Miami. That night every street in South Beach was full of cars. We were barely moving. Finding a parking spot was one impossible task and getting into the club was the next. At 11.00 PM Mansion already had a really REALLY long line in front of it. People looked desperate to go in. We didn't want to be desperate so we went looking for other clubs on South Beach. They pretty much had the same situation; a ridiculously long line of people in front. We immediately left South Beach and headed Downtown. A club called Space was the next recommended club with its huge space and whatnot. Surprise, surprise, it also had that long familiar line in front of it. Next!!!

After wandering aimlessly for almost an hour, a local friend of ours then popped up another club name: The Vagabond, located just a block away from Space. We went there with no expectation whatsoever. We were tired and honestly, desperate for a place to just get a drink and hopefully have a nice time. So The Vagabond it was.

Relieved was the perfect word to express what we felt when we saw that there was no line in front of The Vagabond. A $10 cover charge greeted us. From the first second that I stepped in, the place immediately gave me the impression that I was going to love it there. And oh how I did. How I really really did.

The Vagabond had three areas. Two were indoor and the third was outdoor. Each had its own tune and style. The first one was pumping with dance music, the second one (outdoor) was more relaxed, and the third one had a stage with a show on it! That night it was the "Moulin Rock" show with drag queens and magical characters dancing and performing. The music was all-around awesome, the people were great, the atmosphere was crazy, the drinks were cheap, and I had one of the greatest time ever!

The Vagabond had since become my most favorite club anywhere! It was raw, raunchy, and wild. I was actually letting myself go there. I danced myself away and not giving a damn. No one was giving a damn to anyone or anything. It was a blast! I will definitely come back to Miami just to go to The Vagabond again. It exceeded my expectations by thousands of miles.



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