I absolutely loved going to all the venues in different neighborhoods. Madrid is a massive city, and if you don't have a guide, you're likely to miss most of the amazing barrios that aren't close to the city center. Also, working for Party Earth always gave me something to talk about with my fellow party-goers – people were always amazed at what a cool job I had.
Two of my girlfriends and I went to a very high-class, glitzy venue and were surprised to find that we were probably at least ten years younger than anyone in the place. But this older, sophisticated crowd seriously knew how to have a good time. The dance party extended from the dance floor almost to the bar, and we were absolutely loving life watching women who could be our moms getting a bit sloppy and pulling the greatest old-school dance moves we'd seen in quite a while. A couple of men in pristine suits offered to buy us drinks, and although I was reluctant at first, I discovered one of these older men was the most fascinating person I'd ever met. He was a businessman from Angola who had taught himself Portuguese, English, Spanish, and French and had traveled to every continent and over a hundred countries. This gentleman gave me the best piece of advice I have ever received while discussing learning new languages. He told me that he has found that people are so fearful of making a mistake or coming off as incompetent that they often just give up instead of taking the chance that could potentially open up new doors and create new opportunities. He advised me to always put myself out there even if its intimidating, because if you do it with a smile, most people will overlook your mistakes and appreciate the effort. This man and my internship with Party Earth taught me that in life the only thing you should truly fear is fear itself. You only live once and you won't regret making a fool of yourself, but you will regret not living life to the fullest for fear of making an inconsequential error like wrongly conjugating a Spanish verb.
A mix between Adriana and Lucas. I love to dress up and go to the posh spots, but I don't enjoy the pretentiousness often associated with some of the nicer clubs. For me, going to watch a game and drink euro beer can be just as wild as strapping on the heels to stay up until 6am dancing the night away at Joy. If the place is packed with a fun, young crowd, I'm more than okay with overlooking the missing "glam" factor for the night.
After catching up on some much needed sleep from the night before, I would head to the Parque Del Buen Retiro to sit in the grass and take in the scene, people-watch, and wish I was getting rowed around in one of the little row boats. Then I would hop on the metro to Gran Via and buy a new outfit for the night, taking full advantage of Madrid's amazing shopping. After a siesta, I would walk through Plaza Mayor and Sol to go bottelón (have a few drinks outside with friends) in the Plaza De Santa Ana. Once a little hunger set in, I would go to El Tigre to get a mojito and enjoy the massive plates of free tapas that come with the drinks. Before 1:30am I would head to a club, my favorite for dancing being Pacha, and stay on the dance floor until the sun came up.