Last week-end I went to a friend’s party. The party was great! One of those you wish happened every week-end. Or one of those you wish you went to instead of that crapy club.
This made me remember of that night Corinne and I were dragged to Libertine, a central London club near Oxford Street. We usually went to the same club, because we knew it was a great club that we would have a good time, and not be disappointed. But this time some friends wanted us to change club and go to Libertine because apparently it was THAT good. I’d already heard about the club and heard it was one of London’s best cubs, so I thought why not give it a try. Well let me tell you that Corinne and I do not have the same definition of “great” that the people that rated the club. Since the moment we went in we could sense that this wasn’t going to be as great as our favourite club, but we still had hope.
So we got there and waited in line with everybody and started chatting to other girls. This part was probably the best part of the evening. Then came the moment when we would know if we would pass the test or not. Yes, you literally have to be scanned from head to toe and fit specific criteria to be able to get in. Then depending on that either you get in for free, or you get given an amount you have to pay to get in. We were 5 girls, so getting in for free when you are more than 2 per group is quite tricky, so obviously they made us pay. You could really see that the only reason we paid was because we were 5 as at first she only wanted to make us pay £2 each but changed her mind at the last minute and made us pay £4 each. That’s when you understand that they are no fixed rates and that the lady with the clipboard is the only one in charge. I must say that I was quite happy to get in, and £4 is nothing really knowing that we would get free drinks once in.
I was happy getting in because I didn’t want to go through the humiliation of getting rejected. And on a rejection scale Libertine doesn’t score low. Three groups in front of us and two groups behind us got rejected, on of which offered to pay £20 each. To refuse entrance to people that are willing to pay £20 to get in tells you a lot about they policy.
Anyway, once in and our bags safe in the cloakroom we got to see what Libertine was all about. The venue is quite big and nice. The night was expected to be good. Unfortunately as time went by the venue started to fill up with more and more people. It got to the point where you couldn’t even dance, nor breath! Corinne, one of our other friends and I decided to sit down for a while after thinking that we were fed up fitting for space and being squashed by everyone around us. At that point I thought it couldn’t get any worse, but I guess this world is full of surprises.
Came the time when I needed to go to the bathroom. And if the dance floor looked like a wild jungle the bathroom was worse.
I don’t have a problem with the idea of girls getting drunk or wanting to party hard on a Saturday night, but being in a bathroom full of drunk girls made me want to leave. I know that accidents can happen, that some nights lines can be a bit blurry and that you can drink that extra glass and end up in a place you didn’t want to be, but seeing all these girls that were either being sick or that could hardly stand up and walk made me ill at ease.
At that point I had enough. I couldn’t find any reason to stay. I couldn’t dance, reason why I came, because the venue was overcrowded, and without going into too much detail the atmosphere didn’t make me comfortable. Probably because I was too sober (because I couldn’t bare the smell or taste of alcohol that night for a reason we will tell you about in another blogpost), but anyway I really wanted to go home by that time. Hopefully Corinne felt the same, so we decided to head home.
I know Libertine is known as one of the best clubs in London, and that many people want to go there hoping to see celebrities such as the Kardashians or One Direction, but if you are thinking of going there don’t. Ok, I’ll admit that if the One Direction had been their I probably would have wanted to stay… However everything else about that club just isn’t worth it.
I really don’t agree with the fact that they can just humiliate people like they do and refuse access to the club because they think the person isn’t good looking. Who are they to judge? And in addition to that the venue is really to overcrowded to be enjoyable. When I go to a club it’s to dance. So what’s the point if you can’t?
At the time I was quite p*ssed to have wasted a Saturday night there when I could have been elsewhere having a good time, but at least now I know that this night club is off my list of places to go when I’ll be back in London.
Are there places you wish you never went?
See you soon, love
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