An Extrovert Who Waited 17 Weekends into the Program to go to my First Boliche

Last week, 17 weekends into the program, I was finally ready to go to a boliche.

For those of you who don't know what that means, a boliche is an Argentine night club. To provide some context, they are crowded from 2 AM until they close at 6 AM on any Thursday, Friday, or Saturday night and my friends have been going at least once a week since we got here. 

It's not that I'm an introvert or antisocial person, quite the contrary actually, so why did I wait until 17 weekends in to try my first boliche? 

For one, a boliche is a very popular spot for those who are looking to meet "someone special"...that is not to say that one MUST be single to enjoy it, but it isn't completely logical to go while you're significant other is 5,000 miles away.

Another qualm of mine was that boliches are loud and dark - an inhospitable environment to catch up and chat with friends. 

Finally, I'm a terrible dancer. I could pretend I knew what I was doing if the boliche were full of swing dancers, but alas, that is far from reality. Thus, no part of me wanted to stand on a crowded dance floor bobbing my head to some electric beat that I could feel in my stomach and "fist pump." 

I thought my expectations were confirmed when five minutes upon entering I could hear a girl in the adjacent bathroom stall (who was clearing American, clearly emotional, and clearly vomiting) as she thanked her friend for being "always so supportive" and holding her hair back.

Despite all of my judgemental inhibitions and prejudices, I had a great time that night because I was with my friends.

I danced for 2-3 hours like a rhythmically challenged fool until 3:30 AM when I was ready to call it a night.