Disco?

Every tuesday night, international students flock to this club called Storm. The music is bad, the atmosphere is bad, everything is pretty much the pits, but everyone goes there still. It is the place to be. I suppose I will be there again next week. It's an unwritten rule in the international student handbook.

On Monday night, there was a party in the apartment. The French was the one having a birthday, 2 Polish girls had just arrived in Utrecht (they hitch-hiked from Paris to Utrecht), the Portugese is really good looking (he was at Storm too...that's why it is the place), the Spanish and the other Singaporean had an intense racial argument (with me backing the Spanish, though not of choice), the Dutch adores Singapore and can repeat our mrt warning signs in all 4 languages...